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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 by handkerchief I hold before my face, and cautiously and quietly I move about the face. 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 at then! And I, 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 I am sure that we shall rue the time when we are both too old to play
the game, Boo!
