Friday, July 29, 2011

Tony, Tony

Don't mess with this 30 lb 6-year-old, Tony. Just find his stuff. 
Every time Eli loses something, he recites a prayer/poem to St. Anthony, who is apparently the patron saint of lost crap.


Tony, Tony, look around; somethings's lost and must be found.

Only nowadays Eli recites it differently. After hearing my rendition, which has the same wording but is spoken with a New Jersey accent, it now takes on a more severe, almost threatening tone. Like if Tony doesn't find find the lost Star wars figure/video game/missing Lego piece, there will be consequences of the concrete shoe variety.

It also seems to work faster. Coincidence?



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