Assy McGee2006

Baby Steps:
Peeble! Happy Birthday.

Peeble:
Thank you, daddy.

Baby Steps:
How about a hug for daddy?

[Peeble getting ready to hug his father]

Baby Steps:
Stop. It's your day. Let daddy bring the sugar to you.

[Baby Steps slowly walks up to his son to hug him which took him bunch of minutes to get there]

Baby Steps:
Are you ready for your gift?

Peeble:
Is it singing lessons?

Baby Steps:
No. No more lessons.

Peeble:
But I want to be a great singer! You promised!

Baby Steps:
And you will. Please don't whine. You will.

Peeble:
When?

Baby Steps:
As soon as your gift arrives. It could have been me, Peeble. I could have had the fame and glory you desire. The spotlight was elusive for those with disabilities such as mine. Let me tell you a story.

Peeble:
No, I-I know.

Baby Steps:
I WANNA TELL IT TO YOU AGAIN!

Baby Steps:
It was 10th grade. We ran track together. High hurdles, discus. We were best friends, he and I. But it was the javelin -- That damn javelin! SON OF A B*TCH DIDN'T LOOK AND RUINED MY LIFE! HE WAS ALWAYS CARELESS!

Peeble:
And that's why you walk so slowly?

Baby Steps:
WHAT?! No, that's why I can't sing. [hoarsely] A La la la.