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Boo by Eugene Field. On afternoons, when Baby Boy has had a splendid nap, and sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap, in some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face, and cautiously and quietly I move about the place. Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view, and you should hear him laugh and crawl when I say, Boo.
Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared, and really, when I first began, he stared and stared and stared, and then his underlip came out, and farther out it came, till Mama and the nurse agreed it was a cruel shame. But now, what does that same wee, toddling, lisping baby do, but laugh and kick his little heels when I say, Boo? He laughs and kicks his little heels in rapturous glee, and then, in shrill despotic treble, bids me,
Do it all again! And I, of course I do it, for as his progenitor, it is such pretty, pleasant play as this that I am for, and it is, oh, such fun, and I am sure that we shall rue the time when we are both too old to play the game. Boo! This recording is in the public domain.
