Scared Quiet

Normally, when the baby hears my voice it gets active. Last night, I think I may've scared it quiet. I've recently been reading to Mojo's belly. Last night, the reading material was Green Eggs and Ham. I found myself really wrapped up in my role, growing more and more agitated with Sam I Am, that pesky jerk, to get the hell away from me with his goddamn Green Eggs And Ham. If I don't like it in a house, why the hell would I like it with a goddamn fox?!? CHRIST!! Think, Sam!!...

When I calmed down, I sang a nice song. That seemed to smooth things over.