Something is bound to rub off

I don’t know why I do it, but often when I hear a sound I feel compelled to mimic it.  More often than not I mimic it badly.  Perhaps if I did it well Paula would find it less annoying… but I don’t do it well.

Here’s what life is usually like:

Getting into an elevator:

Elevator: “Ding!”
Reeves: “Ding!”
Paula: “Stop it”

Paula walking around wearing flip-flops:

Flip-flops: “Snap, snap, snap..”
Reeves: “Snap, snap, snap..”
Paula: “Stop it”

When a bass-happy import car drives by:

Car: “Ooots, oots, oots…”
Reeves: “Ooots, oots, oots…”
Paula: “Stop it”

And just yesterday, pouring wine:

Wine bottle: “Glug, glug, glug…”
Paula: “Glug, glug, glug…”
Reeves: “That’s my job”
Paula: “It’s been thirteen years… something is bound to rub off”

I’m so proud of her.