When Screamo and pre-school meet:
(In a very gravelly, deep voice, almost chant-like, and fist-pumping on every other syllable, starting with the first one)
“NOW I KNOW MY A-BCs
NEXT TIME WON’T YOU SING, WITHME
TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR
RAAAAUGH I WONDER WHAT TO EAT”
Inside voice, boy, inside voice… and I’m making pasta.
If you listen carefully you can hear the sounds of children learning.
“Gwumpa I got my shoe stuck in the tree on accident”
That’s the sound of a kid learning where not to place his foot as he climbs a tree.
“Gwumpa these are so itchy. Why I kick that thing?”
That’s the sound of a kid learning what happens when you kick a fire ant bed and then stand nearby watching the excitement.
Science is cool. And sometimes itchy
Grandboy: Gwumpa you the boss of mom?
Me: Yep.
Grandboy: And Gwumpa mom is the boss of me?
Me: Yep.
Grandboy: Well then who I the boss of?
Me: Your hands and your feet. Make sure they do good things.
Me: Your room is a mess.
Grandboy: Yes. Why my room is a mess?
Me: You brought stuff in here and left it laying about.
Grandboy: Not me! Maybe a (makes scared face) CREEEATURE sneaked in here and left stuff.
Me: O I know. It was Santa Claus. He’s always sneaking into people’s homes and leaving stuff around.
Grandboy:Yes! Santa Claus messed up my room!
Mamasan is going to have a talk with me soon I think 🙂