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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 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 rapturous glee, and then in shrill despotic trouble bids me, Do it all a den.
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.
