Another sign of the inexorable aging process this morning. For no apparent reason, I was thinking about an old Steve Martin routine, where he posits speaking only gibberish to a child from birth to school age. Then, the child’s first day of school, he or she speaks up in class, in this nonsensical language.
And I couldn’t for the life of me remember what the child says. Something something banana patch. I could feel the meter, two syllables, trochaic, but couldn’t just maddeningly couldn’t remember the words.
I walked in a funk for a number of minutes before it came to me.