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What's that noise?

If I've heard it once from our little visitor, I've answered it a thousand times in the last 24 hours.

So what IS that noise?
the fish tank's filter
the dishwasher
the sound of Mr. Bobby scratching his head (and she was most disappointed to scratch her head today and find it didn't make the same sound)
a bird
the rooster (who has been told to "shhh!" repeatedly, though he doesn't listen)
the kitchen table's creak as Mr. Bobby leans on it (or leans away from it)
a car on the road
an airplane
thunder
the washing machine
the microwave
a clucking chicken
a honking goose
a wooden slat under the bed
the beep of a finished dryer
the scrunch of wet shoes on hardwood floors
the clang of pots and pans
the beep of Mr. Bobby's wheelchair as it turns on or off
the scrunch of Mr. Bobby's tires on the floor
the lift on his van
my sewing machine
and last, but certainly not least, and always asked with excessive laughter...Mira's burps.

I guess we live in a very noisy house. But at least all the pins in my pincushion are now organized by color and size...a girl after my own heart!

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