My Kid is A Twitter

As long as The Munch is conscious, her mouth is flapping.  This child does not stop talking. She just yaps her way through each day with barely enough air coming into her mouth to sustain life.  But it is not like she is parlaying monologues of vast significance or philosophical diatribes that titillate the mind.  She does not spew poetic prose outfitted with fashionable metaphors and high-end adjectives.  Munch just ejects thoughts like a live twitter account.  Nothing connecting one idea to the next; just farting out comments 130 characters or less.

Tweets From The Munch

I need juice

I need water

Baby needs juice and water

I need to go to the sandbox

There are bugs in the sandbox

Mama needs to wash armpits

There’s a plane!

I hear birdies

Cheep. Cheep.

I have bug bites

I wanna see the blue doggie

The cows are sleeping

The sunset is pretty

I need to take my shoes off

I need my shoes

I don’t want Munchee sandwich, Mama’s sandwich!

 

 

 

 

  • http://WebsiteURL holly

    I need hummus. I need avocado sandwich. I need coconut water. I need popsicle. I need popsicle. I need popsicle. I need popsicle. I need popsicle. I need popsicle. I need bunny bar. I need bunny bar. I need bunny bar. I need bunny bar. I need bunny bar. I NEED HELP!!!!!!!!!

  • http://WebsiteURL Laszlo

    I think the thing I’d like to have most in my life (having resolved never to open up a facebook account) is a dedicated blackberry containing every single tweet of the munch. This way, instead of consulting my regular cell phone, I could walk around with this device, programming it so that it hums upon the arrival of each tweet. Now that would help me join the “Social Networking” revolution!

  • http://WebsiteURL Emily

    I’m sorry, but did she really see a blue doggie?