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Boo by Eugene Field read for LibriVox.org by Janne Meisberger, Gig Harbor, Washington. 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 crow 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 rapture's 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.
