“Spaghetti Cookie Dough”

Cookies 1-17-18

“Mom, can I have gum to be cool?” asked my 4-year-old nephew after seeing me pop a piece.

I fondly remember the good ole days back when chewing gum coincided with high status. Oh, youngsters . . .

“Jacket Poopy Head!” the boy was called by his younger sister of 2 when she became displeased with his behavior during our downstairs matching game. He was winning but kids always seem to find something to fuss about, don’t they? The 3 of us – well, 2, really – even played part of our card game “War” on the bum of the 2-year-old after she decided to sprawl out & remain unmoving in between us during our battle.

A few days earlier his cousins were at my house and my 7-year-old niece was making chocolate chip cookie dough with her Grandma. Accepting full responsibility of my duties as Aunt Amy, I purposefully marched to each of her 3 older brothers – ages 13, 11 & 9 – to inform them of something of the utmost importance: Our code word would be “spaghetti” which I would yell upon observing chocolate chips being poured into the silver cookie dough bowl & thus ready to snatch.

Sure enough, the crucial time came, I yelled “Spaghetti!” & 6 feet came pounding into the kitchen to grab spoons from the drawer to scoop spoonfuls of fun & delicious memories. What a life!

Back to where I began with my gum-loving 4-year-old nephew, a joy it is to get an up close personal look at these precious children growing up. I adore hearing their humorous takes on the world & their lives but sometimes wouldn’t mind not knowing EVERYTHING.

Confiding to me his latest growing up experience, modest Aunt Amy would’ve been just fine kept totally in the dark about this one –

“My Mom doesn’t need to wipe my butt anymore.”

The End


By Aunt Amy







“One Upped”

“It’s what my brother calls a ‘mankini,’” explained my nephew after approaching me in the garage looking very silly with his blue t-shirt rolled up & twisted to resemble just what he said – a boy version of a bikini.

Along with his 4 siblings that summer day, he was over with his Mom who was setting up a garage sale with his Grandma.

The day prior he opted also to come over while the rest of his family was out. To my astonishment, I successfully managed to pluck the 2018 kiddo from watching “Fortnight” long enough to treat the little guy to the tasteful wonders of a fantastic Fudgesicle. (Sidenote: Spoiling children is Aunt Amy’s cherished duty.) Then, following a rousing game of “Sorry” with his grandparents and me – in which misunderstandings & a lack of knowledge of the game’s rules by some created an excess of erupted & prolonged laughter – the night grew darker.

As his evening with us drew to a close, I found my nephew rolling in the computer chair in front of the laptop. In jest I asked the going-into-fourth-grade boy, “Was it more fun for you being in the presence of Aunt Amy or being around all the Fudgesicles?”

Despite the late hour bringing on obvious tiredness, my always-sharp nephew failed not to amuse.

 Using my own words against me, a little word switching was employed before the child’s shrewd retort:

“Being in the presence of Fudgesicles.”



By Amy



“The Tool”

MAX in Tigers baseball uniform 5-15-18

“You can’t start a sentence with ‘and,’” the multitalented student – who also plays baseball on a team named the Tigers in addition to possessing a very impressive knowledge of artists & lyrics sung decades before he even arrived on the scene – commented after coming across it in the pages he was reading. He made an identical remark about the word ‘but’ when that term began a sentence too.

Two weeks shy of turning 9 years old, my third grade nephew & I read the initial 5 chapters of an old book about a shark attack in 1916 he’d just checked out of the school library. Until he’d arrived home from school, I’d been at his house playing with his younger siblings, notably his brother of 4 when we played the matching game in which he’s a master as well as blocks on the carpet which we shaped into various animals. Snuggling his 1 month & 1 day old baby brother was a highlight too.

Back to the reading: Taking turns, I was thrilled to read & assist my nephew with every other chapter as we opened his new rental. Chapters 1, 3 & 5 were his & I read 2 & 4. He was becoming quite the reader! We came across a last name, something like “Oelirich.”

“When you see last names just sound them out however you think it goes,” I told him. “There’s so many different ones you’ll see. No one knows every word.”

“Isn’t it funny I can read the word ‘Philadelphia’ but I didn’t know ‘announce’?” he observed.

I explained phrases used in times of old, specifically “lad” for boy; “indigo” for a blue/purple mix; & “bathing costume” – when he’d bounce up & prance around his bedroom playfully striking model poses & grinning while saying things like “I’m fancy!” – instead of swimsuit.

At one point early in our reading time, I was thinking I’d grip his right knee as a nonverbal way to say stop, because I wanted to tell the youngster that he was an Exceptional Reader. Exceptional was my planned adjective. Planned, mind you.

When a pause arrived in the child’s reading, however, I ended up grabbing his knee while simultaneously saying loudly, “Stop!”

I needn’t have had such a shocked he’s-done-it-again reaction to the boy’s immediate song-savvy reply of a tune released a whopping NINETEEN YEARS before he was even born: 

“Hammer Time!”


By Aunt Amy



Pay Special Att’n to 46 & 47

Rereading = Reminding

Rereading my Heaven by Randy Alcorn notes brings cherished time of relearning, today about the end times.

7 He said in a loud voice, “Fear God and give him glory, because the hour of his judgment has come. Worship him who made the heavens, the earth, the sea and the springs of water.”

12 This calls for patient endurance on the part of the people of God who keep his commands and remain faithful to Jesus.

Revelation 14:7 & 12