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Vance, this is Sean,

When you come over tonight,

Bring little Abu,

And I will throw some steaks on.



I know the girls would love to see him,

And it would be a treat for them.

If you have plans

I understand.



You will? That is great.

I don’t know what’s best for you?

Between seven and eight?

That will be fine.

The coals will be ready,

And I will chill the wine.



Okay, buddy, see you all then.

Girls get ready,

Doctor Vance is bringing over you special friend.

Yes, he is bringing over little Abu.

They will have dinner with us

And he will play with you.



Daddy, that’s not fair,

I won’t have time to get ready,

I don’t have anything to wear.



Sweetie, you are beautiful the way you are.

If you were in the movies,

You would be a star.



Oh, daddy, you don’t understand,

How could you…you are just a man,

And this takes a mother’s hand.



Baby, don’t go bothering your mother,

She is resting to protect your brother.

Go talk with grandma,

she will help you out temporarily.



But daddy, she isn’t of this century.



Shhhh. Don’t let her hear,

It would hurt her feelings,

And she has been such a dear.



Okay, I will give her a try,

But if I look like a frump in front of Abu,

I will just die.



Honey, you couldn’t look like a frump

no matter what you do,

You could wear a burlap sack

And your beauty would shine through.



On your way upstairs,

Will you look in on your mommy?

Careful not to wake her,

We want her to sleep.



Now hurry along,

They will be here soon,

I need to chill the wine,

And get the coals on.



Okay daddy, I will be quiet as a mouse.

I will tiptoe through the house.



That is my girl…Cha, cha, cha.



GRANDMAAAAA!!!



Abu! Let me look at you.



Mister Sean, how do you do?



So proper. Come here you little runt,

Give a hug to this old grunt.

Do you like it here with Doctor Vance.



Yes Mister Sean, but he can’t dance.



Let’s keep that our little secret, okay.

If Seina hears, she won’t talk to me all day.

Vance, she was asleep, a few minutes ago,

Top of the stairs…what am I saying,

You know where to go.



Knock, knock, knock. Seina, are you awake.

It is Doc Vance,

I need to come hook you to the fetal monitor,

Sean is cooking me a steak.



Yawn, wait a minute Doc,

Let me freshen up a bit.



Don’t you get out of that bed,

Or it is back to the hospital trip.



Oh, alright, I guess you have seen me look worse.



Lady, at your very worse,

Your beauty is a thing of verse.



Doctor you are embarrassing me.



If you weren’t married to my best friend,

I would be chasing you unmercifully.

Now lay back and relax

And let me get on with this.

Any problems since you left today,

If there is anything,

I need to know right away.



Vance, you are worse than an old mother hen,

I promise to let you know if and when.



There. All done. How do you want your steak?



Rare if it is sirloin, medium if it is a filet.



Sean, what kind of steaks you rube?



The kind the kids will eat…tube.



Seina didn’t tell me how she liked those…har…har…har.



That is okay, she likes them charred.