@Letty,
Letty, I want to thank Edgar for the dedication. I can't find the post, but maybe because it's late (not that late) and my eyes are tired. On behalf of FoundSoul in Aussie land and Vonny our brilliant Brit, without being presumptuous I am honored to be included in any mention of those two clever funny women.
I would like to dedicate C'est si bon, by Eartha Kitt for Edgar, a man who has made me laugh over the years and quiet sensibilities are admirable.
I'm not sure why this occurred to me, but I remember back when my son was 3 and my neighbors daughter (2 days younger than little glitterbag) were in my care and I was trying to coax them to eat. It was a trial, their little eyes would gaze indifferently into mine while they took their time playing with their food, and every so often a tidbit would make into their tiny mouths. Before descending into madness, I grabbed two candles, lit them, placed the candles on the table, turned off the lights and launched into my best version of "Hey, big spender" from I think Guys and Dolls. The two children started to look at each other (I see bubbles over each child's head, the little girls bubble said "I didn't know your Mom was nuts" and little GB's bubble was "holy crap, my Mom is nuts"). I wish I could tell you their plates were clean, but they ate a little more. Thankfully, neither child remembers anything. Well, it was the only song I could think off and the acoustics in my kitchen suited the song.
