Rockstarism #351/ Miss-Speak #39 – The Secret Dreamworld Of The Rockstars

#351/ #39 

Bathtime In The Rockstar Household continues to take new twists and turns…

Rockstar: So where d’you want to go this time? In a turkey, in a submarine under the sea, or up into outer space? 

Miss: Sub-sub-ma- in sea! 

Rockstar: Ok! Hold on tight, let’s go!

Rockstar: <bobbing about with the Miss behind him, her hands on his shoulders> We’re exploring, exploring in the sea. We pass some whales. Hi, whales. (Miss giggles and waves).

Rockstar: And then – and then – uh-oh. Oh no.

Miss: What? What? What say?

Rockstar: I can see we’re running out of Oxygen!

Miss: <No reaction>

Rockstar: That’s the air we breathe. We won’t be able to breathe – 

Miss: MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMM!!!!!

Me: Rockstarrrrr….

Rockstar: Oh. Oh. Um… But if we run out of Oxygen, we can always make more. See, this submarine is equipped with our very own Oxygen-making machine. 

Miss: Oh. Ok. Want make Oss-ee-germ..

Me: Anyway I thought you don’t scare easily. That fake cry or real cry?

Miss: Fake cry. Want carry. Hee. 

Rockstar: Huh. Ok never mind, do you want to go in a turkey instead?

Miss: Yes! Yes!

Rockstar: Ok, we are reaching…….. the stomach first? Intestine?

Me: Well it depends which end you are entering the turkey from, doesn’t it? Actually – wait – gross, how did you even come up with that one, can you just –

Rockstar: <quickly> Ok down the throat, into the stomach…….. Oh, and if this were a cow we would have to do that three times… 

Me: Four. You’re slipping….

Rockstar: Huh. Octopuses have – 

Me: Those are hearts. Sluh-ipping.

Rockstar: <ROLLS EYES>

Miss: Ko-ko. You a-noy Mummy?

Rockstar: It’s Mummy’s annoying me and yes.

Miss: <triumphantly> Mummy a-noy you!

Me: He also annoys me, what.

Miss: <same tone> You a-noy Mummy!

Rockstar: <mutters, nodding at the Miss> She’s annoying.

Miss: Ko-ko a-noying!