“Bruce Springsteen”

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“Why ah you heah?”

My 3-year-old nephew asked me “Why are you here?” with a sideways glance as he washed his hands standing on a stool after returning home from a fun afternoon of swimming.

“I stayed with you guys to go to your brother’s game later. Is that ok?”

I spent a wonderful Wednesday afternoon relaxing in water with my sister & her 4 kids as well as my aunt, 2 cousins & their kids, in my aunt’s delightfully clean & clear heated pool. My brother-in-law was working so my sister was the only one in charge.

I thought the boy would waste no time in responding with a “YESSSSS!!!” & be Completely Ecstatic that his aunt was over to spend time with him. After all, who better to play his favorite game of Legos with than an enthusiastic fun-loving companion like me? I was wrong. He didn’t.

Before I continue, may I please
take a brief but imperative intermission
to dine on a whopping wedge of humble pie???

Turning slightly to his left to face more in my direction while his hands were still soapy, out came words that let me know he wasn’t anywhere even slightly near the vicinity of being thrilled at my presence like I’d assumed he would be:

Ask my Mom,” he instructed in a humorless tone. “She’s da boss.”

The End

By Aunt Amy on 8.16.17

 

“Innocent Insult”

“Aunt Amy you know tigahs (tigers)?” he asked me from where he happily splashed & jumped in his light blue backyard pool. “Tigahs swim in wateh. They don’t have bathing suits.”

I was at my brother-in-law & sister’s house to play with their 4 children born in the order of boy, girl, boy, girl. The June summer day was sunny & hot, & we all relished the pleasantness of being outdoors.

I witnessed the energetic youngsters spraying the green hose, riding tricycles & scooters, & playing tag. What fun it was to be, during part of the playtime, the proverbial fly on the wall!

Before “teaching” me about giant cats, the 3-year-old was playing a Pokémon card contest against his older sister & brother on an L-shaped backyard couch. I saw that the trio of children all took their competition very seriously.

It therefore came as no surprise to hear my youngest nephew employ his pint-sized version of trash-talking. He couldn’t resist taking a shot at his big sis. The lad doesn’t actually know any bad words, but ignorance is bliss because he obviously thinks he does.

So the fired-up fella hurled to his sibling – to the best of his knowledge – his own brand of little boy bashing.

(However, I just don’t for the life of me know how offended, if at all, I would be if someone called me a term that combines both a common breakfast food & a run-of-the-mill body part.)

“You’re an egghead!”

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The End

By Aunt Amy
6.20.17

“Red, White & 8”

“Aunt Amy, what kind of shake do you want?”

I put in my order to my sweet 6-year-old niece & – BAM! – a few minutes later a banana/vanilla ice cream shake was delivered to me on the deck. Before mine came to me though, my niece & her 8-year-old brother joined me on the deck with their vanilla shakes. The 4th of July day was just as a glorious summer day should be: really warm, really sunny, & really fun with the addition of some excellent children. The 3 of us got to talking around the picnic table.

I asked the boy, “What’s your favorite part of having a little brother? You already have 2 older brothers, so what are the best & worst parts about having a younger one?”

The worst part, which he immediately chose was the newborn doing #s 1 & 2 in his diaper, was discussed first. I’ll skip, however, right to my nephew trying to figure out the best part of having a little brother. Clearly still armed with the vocab he picked up in the last school year, no school forgetfulness over the summer affected this ace student. “We need an antonym for that,” he stated in reference to the worst part.

“Just put a ‘no’ in front of it,” suggested his bright little sister. His sister’s idea struck him well. And so he did, & that was that. (But not before saying a favorite part is holding the baby too.)

After those 2 left I turned my attention to the latest kids who popped over, my 2 nieces & 2 nephews of my second sis.

“Whaddydadydoo?” my other 8-year-old nephew asked, cracking us both up to the core as we stared at each other during fits of uncontrollable laughter at his obvious word flub.

The boy’s intention was to say “What do you do?” as I tried to help him access Pokémon stuff on the laptop in my living room. His computer chair swiveled as more intense giggles erupted with each passing second which meant another mental replay of the sidesplitting speech mix-up. My oldest nephew of the bunch holds interests that extend beyond Japanese cartoon character cards though. The 3 oldest kids, their Grandma & I engaged in a game of doctor.

“Hey what in the world?!?!” Grandma shouted in desperation as the boy of 8 seemingly deserted his latest medical case. “I’m sick!”

Continuing his exit, the clever “doc” shut her down quicker than a charging cheetah.

“It’s my day off!”

The End

By Aunt Amy on the 2017 Fourth of July, our nation’s 241st birthday

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“Ain’t Dat the Truth?”

Harrison, 3, on 6-7-17

“Aunt Amy!” my 3-year-old nephew called to get my attention. That was a hard thing to do because all 4 of my nieces & nephews over that day were playing different things outside – like tee ball, spraying the hose, dribbling a basketball – at the same time. My attention was divided.

The boy continued as I turned & listened. “When we were at the hacienda . . .” & went on to tell me something, I’m not quite sure what, about his recent trip to Puerto Rico. Try as I might, I sometimes have to just pretend I understand what the chattering youngster is saying.

My oldest niece & nephew, 6 & 8, set their creative minds in motion. Putting an orange measuring cup on the tip of the hose then pressing the lever so the water shot the cup through the air, was one exciting activity that was fun for me to watch them enjoy.

At one point I sat on my driveway in a folding chair, cheering on my 1-year-old niece trying to hit a plastic baseball from a baseball tee standing on the grass. It’s important to speak uplifting words to little ones so they grow up with self-confidence. So I did. Her brother of 3 had yet to learn that lesson, however, as he was also at the tender age where praise was imperative to help his attitude towards himself remain positive. Thus . . .

“Good job!” I exclaimed to my youngest niece, intentionally dismissing the fact that her teeny whack failed to hit the ball even a single inch across the yard. Instead the tiny swing from the tiny girl merely knocked the ball off its stand so it dropped to the grass below.

Thank goodness she was too young to understand the words her big brother, also watching, blurted! The 2-years-older boy stuck with the best policy. And “honestly,” we all know what that is.

“Dat’s awful!”

The End

By Aunt Amy on June 7, ’17

 

 

 

 

A Shorty but a Goody

BANG!!!!! Right into my lower legs crashed my playful 3-year-old nephew zipping around on his scooter. The trouble with that is, I have no balance to speak of & thus wobbled uncontrollably, but thankfully – & quite surprisingly too – the incident didn’t result with Aunt Amy toppling down.

I was over his house, & he & his siblings played in the driveway. His older sister rode her bike around the expansive area while his older brother impressed me with his skateboarding skills.

Armed with a mischievous grin, the little boy continued our “game” of conscious collision. Running into me a few more times was clearly thrilling for him, evidenced by his piercing howls of laughter that erupted after each intentional impact. Not too keen on the idea of smacking ungracefully onto the cement below, I “threatened” the youngster in a purposely childish way that was fitting for his age & level of understanding:

“If you hit me again I’m gonna fart on your head!”

Rather than the intimidation & “fear” I hoped to instill in my nephew of 3, his retort that followed was cute as can be. His mispronounced cliché was just so endearing.

“No way hosey!”

The End

By Aunt Amy

April 29, 2017

 

Monster, Anyone?

“Ow!” My 7-year-old nephew was watching a Pokémon show on his Dad’s cell phone. He inadvertently kicked over my 4-point cane so it smacked my bad right ankle on its way down.

I was at my sister’s rental house while hers got repaired. Earlier my 2 agile nieces & their 2 agile brothers showed me their moves on one of the house’s sets of stairs. For example, the oldest girl at age 6 hung upside down behind the steps – that had gaps between each one – using only her feet. Im-press-ive.

“I have Avascular Necrosis so part of my right ankle area is dead,” I explained to the listening boy why I yelped in pain. “As soon as doctors diagnosed me, they wanted to cut out part of the inside of my ankle. I wouldn’t let them. I wanted all of my leg.”

Also impressive was my oldest nephew’s quick thought process. That second grader sure has intriguing ideas!

“So you were dead then you came back to life then you were dead then you’re gonna be a zombie?”

“No, never.”

I sat sprawled out on his nice new white couch as the wheels in his clever cranium kept spinning. What I heard next on the subject were his final 2 overflowing-with-honesty declarations:

“I don’t want my aunt to be a zombie.” His voice was drenched with relief that was growing with each syllable the boy uttered. “I gotta thank God for that!”

The End

By Aunt Amy, 4-24-17

P.S. Then we played charades & I went first, walking slowly toward him with my arms outstretched just to freak him out. “A ZOMBIE!!!” he shrieked as he bolted. And that is how we roll.

 

“My Niece is the . . .”

To me there’s nothing better than a nice kid with a cool personality. And my beyond nice, energetic & entertaining curly-haired niece effortlessly slides the “person” into personality.

If only I could boast of having such pizzazz at her young age of 6! Over for a (thankfully long because she’s such a joy) visit yesterday, one segment of her stay found her dancing amidst the random craft items scattered around our kitchen while crooning “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!” – the famed “Hangin’ Tough” decades-old ‘New Kids on the Block’ tune.

“I’m Bob,” declared the active youngster while performing a bunny play after designing a colorful cardboard box theater with her adored Grandma. The creative kindergartner practiced in front of me while I ate a late dinner. “Hi, I’m Knolla” & a bit later “I’m Selena” were more made-up bunny characters engaged in an Easter Egg Hunt.

“Pea soup!!! I’m going to get some!” The always-enthused eater never missed a chance to help Grandpa polish off a plate. Never ceasing to joyfully bounce all around the house, she happily made a beeline downstairs after I made a comment about where & what someone she loved was doing.

Come to think of it, I can’t bring to mind 1 single unbecoming aspect I know of about my darling niece. Wait, she’ll even unknowingly assist me in ending this short tale.

One point of the girl’s visit caused this comment of mine – “That’s the bomb!” – to be exclaimed, but I’ll now use the spunky sweetheart’s immediate 2-word reply to

complete this story’s title AND tag her spunky self

in 1 fell swoop:

Bomb Diggity!!!

The End

By Aunt Amy    4.13.17