Life as an Extreme Sport

Twinkle

We were reading Karen’s new entry this morning, chuckling at the Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star conversation. “Well, do you know the words?” The Swede asked me as I got up to shower and get ready for work.

“Sure!” I chirped, turning around in the doorway. “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder where you are…” I sang.

He looked up expectantly.

“Uhm.” I paused. “I know this song.” I began again. “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder where you are.” I began to falter. “… Like a diamond, in the sky?” I stammered.

He looked at me, very unimpressed.

“Damnit.” I swore and stomped off to the shower. I spent the rest of the morning trying to remember the lyrics to that damned song.