“Gamma, look at Max doing,” his little brother, 4, tried tattling on my other extremely agile nephew as he scaled the doorway. Before that li’l episode unfolded . . .
“Ahahahaaaaaaaaaaa!” the third grade boy guffawed hysterically.
And I couldn’t blame him. The scenario was quite comical. You see, following a ping pong ball knocking on its table in our basement, the small orange ball had unexpectedly bounced right smack dab in the middle of my naked noggin before heading straight down to the hard floor below.
Earlier in our back & forth volleying, another event occurred. The child of just 8 is obviously already acutely aware of the place of origin of a countless number of our nation’s products.
Evidently I, also, at the time, shared an origin with said items. Giggling while doing so, my nephew carefully placed the tiny round gold sticker with black lettering that he’d peeled from the ping pong paddle onto my slippered left foot.
“You were made in China.”
By Aunt Amy
But don’t leave without listening to my musically talented 8-year-old nephew, too!