It was Monday night and Brian, Elizabeth and I were heading to the Chinese take-out shop ordering dinner. We walked in and two burly-men officers of the Honeoye Falls Law were standing in line ahead of us. Because our baby is The Cutest Baby On Earth, they both turned around and started smiling at her, trying to make her laugh.
No luck. Kiddo wasn't taking the opportunity to make points with Officers Friendly and Friendlier.
So the cops started cracking jokes at the E-Baby.
Cop one: Yeah, he
Cop Two: Ha. Ha. Ha.
Me: (shaking head, butting in, and risking arrest) Excuse me, but you're not doing it right. If you want her to smile, you have to do the "Bucca-bucca-bucca dance."
I folded my hands in my armpits, flapped my arms, and cocked my neck back and forth as I said the words "bucca-bucca-bucca."
Elizababy roared. Brian roared - not because E-Baby was laughing - but because I was standing in a Chinese take-out restaurant, trying to convince two Officers of the Honeoye Falls Law to do the Bucca-bucca-bucca dance.
Peace, till next