Wah Wah Wah

Ah, the glazed-over expression, the mechanical head nod, the pretense that the offspring within earshot are actually listening to you,  when in reality all they're hearing is the trumpeted wah-wah-wah, the vexing drone of every adult ever featured in a Peanuts cartoon.  Wah-wah-wah sums up my past few days of parenthood.  "Please don't," when translated into wah-wah speakage, came out, "Please do, and often."  "What were you thinking?" divided into "Good thinking."  "Why would you do that?" converted to "Why don't you do that again?"  "You're not yourself lately," switched over to, "Get down with your bad self."  It's been a tough couple days for the SJG, full of wah-wah-wah.  And yet, I'm certain I got through to them, whether they heard me or not.