Rumblings from Washington . . .
Well, Munchkin and I had another adventurous day in Baltimore. This morning, I took him to Target to buy a few items–such as a new short-person’s potty–and wound up with a cart full of stuff. Munchkin dozed off on the trip back home, only to wake again ready to party and refusing to nap. Hun woke up, prepping for an overnight shift at work, and we all at lunch together. We oohed and aahhed over the new potty, and Munchkin practiced several posed on, in, and standing over his new potty. After, Munchkin pooped (not in the potty). Usually, this signals Munchkin is ready for a long power-nap. Alas, he spent another half hour bouncing in his crib.
Then, it happened.
At first, I thought the downstairs neighbors were playing the stereo too loud again. Then, the building started to sway.
I thought, “This can’t be an earthquake, can it?”
Then, as the building continued to sway and the floor shook, I thought, “I can’t believe it, this is an earthquake.”
I then though about what people would do in the movies, and I though panic in the streets wouldn’t do. I also remembered someone, like Sally Fields, or some similar actress bracing herself in a doorway.
I walked over to Munchkin’s room to grab him and yell at Hun to wake up. As I approached Munchkin, Hun was up, and headed towards the same Munchkination. Then all was quiet.
“Was that an earthquake that just passed?” Hun inquired.
It sure as Hell wasn’t gas.
“Ya, I guess so.”
Hun went back to bed, and Munchkin and I headed to the playground.
We came back. Munchkin pooped (again). The end.
