Ruby
“See-saw, knock at the door, who’s there?” Sam said to her daughter in a silly voice as she rocked her back and forth.
“Ru-by!” Her 18 month old proudly proclaimed.
“What does she want?” Sam continued with the old lullaby.
“A bottle of milk!” Ruby said.
“Where’s ya money?” Sam asked.
“In my pock-et.”
“Oh yeah, where’s ya pocket?” Sam said as she started to make a silly face like Popeye the Sailor.
“In my pants!” Ruby started giggling.
Sam could barely keep it together. They both knew the punchline but even after singing in 20 times already today (not to mention countless other times), it hadn’t stopped being funny to Ruby...and Ruby’s laughter was infectious to Sam.
“Where’s ya pants?!” Sam exclaimed, still using her silly voice but with a higher pitch that time.
“I left them home!” Ruby giggled even harder.
“GET OUT OF HERE YA OLD GOAT!” Sam finished as she started tickling Ruby, now laughing uncontrollably.
“Again Mommy, again!” Ruby said.
Sam wiped some tears from laughter from her eyes. “Again, baby, again. Ready?” She said, holding her daughter as she got ready to rock her back and forth for the 20something-th time that day.