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 🙂