“Bear Hug”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna say this but I actually kinda miss him,” commented the eldest about his little brother. “My Dad said they’ll be home around 3-ish.”

“It’s after 3.” . . . So we continued playing until his Dad returned from a fun day deliberately doting on his youngest son, including a visit to a firehouse and his work, which ENORMOUSLY thrills the 4-year-old who loves to wear work clothes just like the Dad he so cherishes.

A lot went on while they were away too.

“I know Aunt Amy started it but still don’t do it!” the older sister, 6, advised the younger one after I’d playfully tossed a stuffed animal zebra her way – the munchkin had just used a toy orange gun in the family room to shoot me dead, after which she cackled loudly when I’d collapse dramatically and pretend to be a goner. The teeniest girl also spent time in the kitchen with the Mom she adores.

Always on the lookout to protect her offspring, my sis warned her youngest: “Don’t look directly at raw onions – you’ll cry, baby.”

Making homemade breading for chicken, my sister disclosed how her youngest son, out with Daddy, speaks. “’Chichen’ he calls it.”

“X-O! Maybe so!” the oldest girl shouted happily as she & her older bro played tic tac toe on the kitchen table. I taught my niece & nephew that they can actually use any sort of symbol besides “X” & “O” to play the game.

I’ll admit, at one point I did have major trouble in the bathroom. With the faucets. I was showing the one-year-old how to wash her hands with soap by spreading the soap all over your hands with different hand movements when suddenly I shrieked.

“Oh my gosh I can’t shut the water off!” The sink continued rising with water as I twisted both knobs to no avail. Thankfully my 8-year-old nephew answered my shouts for help & saved the day. Phew! How was I ever going to explain that one if the sink had overflowed creating a massive mess?

Upon the duo’s return, I asked the little guy his favorite part of his – deeply treasured & delightful – Day With Dad. Special times they were a brewin’: Before gushing about his second favorite activity of the day – buying a huge powerful action figure at Target – he casually replied as if I should’ve known the answer all along because it’s so obvious.

“Go to his wohk.”

By Aunt Amy




“The Fowl”

“Elephant. Where’s the little fish?” Grandpa asked his youngest granddaughter who turned 2 a mere 4 days prior. The duo was flipping through an animal book with the teeny girl contentedly on the lap of her cherished “Papa.”

Another special moment –

“Hop like a bunny, 1-2-3! Hop like a bunny, 1-2-4!” cheerily sang Grandma as she led her 3 grandchildren, who had followed her into her room, down the hallway toward the kitchen.

And later in the evening let’s not forget this endearing encounter:

“Bye,” I announced to my nearby niece. “I’m about to go in my room & eat my dinner.”

The six-year-old had climbed onto a kitchen chair to talk about the potatoes & sausage I made for dinner. Turns out, we both enjoy syrup with breakfast sausage, ketchup on dinner sausage & also potatoes.

My goddaughter stared at me with a monumentally bewildered expression once I delivered the following statement that included a term in a context with which the child was unfamiliar. The subsequent inquiry of the young girl was thus 100% justified:

“You’re the coolest chick I know!”


The End

***I indescribably love how she jumped right into my arms the very instant I told her that I needed a photo with her!

By Aunt Amy on 11.18.17


“The Journey”

“So much fun!” her husband shouted. “Woooo so much fun!”

I sat on the sidelines Wednesday as my talented very physically fit friend led her exercise class. Her students in the high intensity workout class include her spouse who takes time off work to join in.

“Why do I keep comin’?” the only man in attendance asked himself out loud. Then he jokingly answered his own question, knowing full well that I was clearly within earshot & would eventually tell his wife: “So I can stare at the hot trainer!”

Many other share-worthy times occurred during my spontaneous 4-night Indiana visit to see my incredible friends as well as their 5 terrific children:

“It’s only 9:00!” incredulously exclaimed their 21-year-old comrade.

“I know,” I said, holding up my cane. “See? I’m old.” Monday evening after my friends’ Bible study group left their house, I nonchalantly bent down & linked my left arm into my friend’s right arm where he sat in front of his laptop, which was my wordless way of saying “I need your help to walk upstairs, please.” So while my other outstanding friend aka his wife continued dialoguing with their young male friend, I trudged upstairs to get ready for bed, thoroughly exhausted from the day’s awesome activity.

And earlier that same evening with all the people wrapping up their Bible study, there was group prayer. I poked, purposely right at the start of the Bible study prayer time, my friend sitting next to me to gesture I needed help upstairs to the bathroom. I’d waited the whole time, through every single prayer request, including one lady’s announcement of her third pregnancy, to hopefully inconspicuously make the move upstairs while everyone’s heads were bowed & eyes were closed. After holding my impatient bladder for too long, in my haste I knocked a picture frame off the wall as I ascended the stairs, listening to the racket it made while noisily tumbling down . . . So much for a quiet getaway.

Much fun was had Tuesday night viewing each of the 4 youngest kids’ – ages 9, 7, 5 & 4 – performances in the play they created & performed for their parents & me in their basement. The real kicker came in Act I when the sweet girl of 9, portraying a determined job-seeking mother caring for her infant in a bakery, unknowingly flubbed her lines. 

‘Twas the tender age of innocence that ultimately betrayed her role as a loving mother who wanted nothing more at the moment than to nourish her offspring, when she inquired:

“Is there a place I can milk my baby?”

The End

By Amy on 11.2.17

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“Wife Swap‘’

“I think pens are about the best thing to give away,” he commented after reporting that he just gave a pen to a lady he was working with.

“I think so too,” readily agreed my Mom. 

Continued my Dad whose first name is Dave – “I’ll be working all weekend all day.” (That was his code for: Please try your best not to bother me AT ALL in my home office since I’m going to be VERY BUSY.) Got it!

Work takes him all over the area as well. However, the longest distance he’s traveled most recently was my Mom & him taking me to Indiana to visit friends.

On the trek home, my Dad spoke on the phone to his good friend Marv who was moving with his wife, when compared with their current close proximity to our house, far away. The 2 conversed over Marv’s upcoming big moving plans.

Now, in general, people’s conscious attempts to create comedy often fail. That is because any listener can tell that the other person is lamely & Very Unsuccessfully attempting to produce something laugh-worthy. Maybe that’s why it struck both my Mom (whose name is Jan) & me as uproariously funny when we were sideswiped by my Dad’s unexpected (underlined) humor:

If you need any help,

Oh, that’s so nice of him to sacrifice his own busy time to help out a buddy! I was thinking, that is, until I heard his final phrase:

I’ll send Jan over.”

The End

By Amy on 11-3-17

“Now THAT’S a friend! (TMI?)”

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You know you’ve got a good friendship goin’ when you’re at her house on the toilet


– Uh-oh! –

you can’t get the new roll of toilet paper started, so you

unlock the door


 flip off the fan


then call her name before you open the bathroom door


she’s so cool & kind that she makes absolutely no judging comments about anything that may or may not affect any of her 5 senses 




touch or


around her but rather instantly helps to begin the roll unraveling for you then, just as quickly as she came, leaves.


“Location, Location, Location”

“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.”

The End

By Aunt Amy


But don’t leave without listening to my musically talented 8-year-old nephew, too!




“Miss Morph”

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“So he’s in his meeting clothes,” the boy responded matter-of-factly upon me telling him that Grandpa was working, knowing without a doubt in his mind it must be true. For right after I entered his house yesterday behind my Mom, he wanted to know where his Grandpa was. Aunt & Grandma were accounted for.

“He’s in his home office.”

“All Dads go to work.”

“”I know, but some Dads work from their house in their office,” I explained to my curious 4-year-old nephew. “And he’s in his around the house clothes – he goes out to work too & wears meeting clothes (side note: “meeting clothes” is the little guy’s term for business attire).” 

Two of his other siblings were conversing upstairs at a different time. 

“I’ll make your bed for a week,” my third grade nephew offered his younger sister in his efforts to show her kindness.

“You don’t need to do that!” replied his considerate & loving sister. 

I was over to help my 1st grade niece advance her reading skills. I opened my mouth to speak but was halted straightaway by my dry raspy throat. Instruction promptly burst forth from the young girl, 27 years my junior, to oust my quandary.


So I did. And in an instant my rumbly throat was cleared.  

Suddenly – SHAZAM! – I couldn’t help but feel, especially upon hearing her encouraging job-well-done tone that followed, that the tables had turned & now

I was the child & my 6-year-niece had in fact (momentarily) morphed into the adult role:

“There you go!”

The End

By Aunt Amy