So, I have a five month old daughter named Emi and yesterday I discovered that she’s got it bad for Little Richard. REAL bad.
You know those Geico commercials they have on tv now where they’re all like, “this is so and so and he sucks so we brought someone way cool in to speak on his behalf”? Then, some celebrity stands there and speaks for the uncool person and tells us all why Geico is awesome. Some are funny and some suck. Just sayin’.
Well, one of these commercials has Little Richard in it doing what Little Richard does best: Acting insane.
Raise your hand if you love Little Richard. Yeah. Me, too. I could care less about the music but he cracks me up because he never makes a lick of sense and he’s always saying really strange shit and then following it up with even more strange sound effects. It’s no wonder that Emi loves him to death.
“Mashed PO-tatoes!… and Graaaaaavy!… WaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaH!!!!!!!”
Oh my god. She goes ape shit over this. Here comes Little Richard (WaAaAaAaAaAah!!) and here comes Emi (WaAaAaAaAah!!!)and for, like, twenty seconds, she is the happiest child on the planet. Holy cow, you should see her groove out to this shit. Her little legs just go crazy kicking the air like some kind of strange, baby Michael Flatley and there go her arms waving around and her face is about to burst open and she is just enthralled by this.
She fucking freaks out. It’s very interesting.
Now, Emi is having issues as of late and has made me her bitch. She, unlike my other three children, is none too happy with the situation unfolding in her mouth. Teething seems to be hurting her far more than the older kids who all sort of popped out teeth with grins on their tiny faces. Not Emi. She’s more like, “This shit hurts!” and thinks that maybe the pain will be alleviated if I hold her. All day long.
Holding her does not make her happy, though. Really, nothing does other than bouncing and Little Richard. She doesn’t want to eat or sleep and she’s just plain grouchy. I feel bad for
I’m a mom so I know all the tricks and every one of them has been used on the baby to try to bring her some relief but none of them works. The only thing that works is me bouncing her on my knee all the while saying, “bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy….!!!” over and over again in a really goofy voice or… the stupid Geico commercial.
You know, parents are always recording shows that their children are particularly fond of so that they can be entertained by them for hours on end but I think I might be the only one who has had to record a commercial and play it on a loop for a baby. Yet, there is just something about Little Richard that Emi finds very appealing and I do sort of understand this. The man is a freak.
Did he die recently? I think he may have, but I can’t keep them all straight.
At any rate, he is alive and well in our house having a sordid love affair with my youngest daughter who thinks he’s just the bee’s knees.
**Thanks to Bond we now have the youtube of this commercial… Thanks, Bond!!**