Kian loves the I am the Walrus song. But he might like it because I think he should like it and so I bounce him in my arms while I belt out the bridge, "goo goo g'joob" (or is it coo coo k'choo?). We listened to most of the Magical Mystery Tour album post-midnight last night and he seems to dig the entire album, but its a long one and so I was worn out by Penny Lane and we never got to Baby You're a Rich Man. I was too tired for the diaper change and headed down to the Tortuga with my pillows to try and finish off the night with some sleep.
"I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen."
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen."
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