“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

















“Dunkin’ Grown-ups”

So earlier today while playing, my nephew, 4, & I discussed big kids & little kids.

What does he think of me as? I wondered. So I asked him, curious to hear his reply. (To my young – around his age – nieces & nephews, in their limited life experiences, all they know is that a child, not an adult, lives with their parents. Therefore in their innocent eyes, I am a kid since my Mom, Dad & I share an address.) . . . Although it looks like maybe they’re comin’ around to see me differently.

“What am I?”

It’s funny how kids hear things that sound like something they already know of so that becomes their reality. 

“You’re a donut.” 

♦♦♦ Lost In Translation is Alive & Well: Thanks to the translation from his older sister, I now know that in saying “donut” the little boy actually meant similar-sounding “grown-up.” ♦♦♦

The End

By Aunt Amy







“The Answer is YES”

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“A spoon in your belly button,” said my sister to her darling daughter of 1 who did just that besides opting to be with her mother in their kitchen. An act of oddity that only a mother could love. “Wow.”

Monday I was blessed to enjoy the day in the company of my older sister & her offspring of 4. How I love spending time with these children in my fabulous family!

“They put people in the trunk & they fix ’em,” she replied upon me asking her what an ambulance does following my astounding 6-year-old niece reading the big word. She got the gist. Then later:

“Does anyone have a King?”

I pretended to misunderstand the girl in our 3-person game of “Go Fish” & responded “I have a cane!” then proceeded to hand her my cane that stood on the floor on my left. Funny, right?

“No, King!” she chided me as she tapped her card firmly with her index finger, not impressed in the least with my lost attempt at laughs. The third participant was her little brother; the youngster turned 4 less than 2 months ago, mind you. He tried his best to answer the question “Do you have a 9?”

“Let me see,” said the baffled boy who wasn’t yet up to speed playing what he refers to as “Goed Fish.” The game does require number knowledge & recognition of Jack, Queen, King & Ace cards. Just give him time.

To his credit, however, my puzzled young nephew maintained a positive attitude in addition to his charming flat-out honesty:

“I don’t know what a 9 is.”

Another point in our day, as my 2 nieces & 2 nephews snacked ’round the white kitchen table before we exited their house to run an errand, the 4-year-old boy popped a question concerning the purpose for my very presence.

“Why ah you heah?”

Then he pretty much answered himself in his own follow-up oh-so-endearing inquiry:

“Because you love us?”

The End

By Aunt Amy


“The Converter”

It all started with the skivvies. By my nephew. And oh, did I mention that he’s a mere 4 years old?

“Look at my ball with underpants,” he invited me to see. Indeed, the toy bouncy ball was small & red with underpants pictures plastering the outside. Presently, in the year 2017, why in the world is a boy his age using the term “underpants” when most other kids just seem to call them underwear?

“It’s from Captain Underpants,” explained his third grade brother when I brought up the subject. Oh, another character I knew nothing about.

More kids, more tales . . .

“She’s doing a really good job acting ’em,” commented her 8-year-old grandson at his dining room table about the neighing horse sounds that galloped our way. He was doing math problems & I sat next to him. Many addition problems he calculated in his head & his sharpness impressed me time & time again.

My nephew & I overheard my Mom aka his Grandma, making pig & cow sounds too a room away while animatedly reading a story to her granddaughter of 1. Next comes her grandson of 4 who is known for

his unique nickname;

his dashing sense of style: “meeting clothes” he calls business caj, & just last night I heard from his Dad that his young fashion-conscious still-learning son calls his bow tie, or bow  – just what it looks like to him – a “bone” (Awww!) &

most notably his distinctive lovable accent – Although some utterances are best understood by his immediate family who most frequently hears the adorable youngster speak. Evidence #1:

“He says he wants a taco & I don’t know what that means,” reported their doting albeit befuddled Grandma to his older brother while her & her grandkids were snacking in their kitchen. Caring & thoughtful as she was, she clearly sought to avoid asking the little guy she misunderstood to continually repeat himself & make the situation possibly overflow with unease.

Not a taco was in sight & no one within his earshot or otherwise had even brought tacos up in conversation. So what WAS he saying???

Faster than a speeding bullet, Captain Converter zoomed in to the rescue!!!

Quickly Clarified His

Older Brother

On The Double

To End The Trouble:

“He wants a cracker.”

The End

P.S. Pictured is Captain Converter in his early years, obviously in some sort of on-the-job training, learning to Convert . . . Food into a Face Mask?

By Aunt Amy



“The Son”

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“Let him win,” she whispered in my right ear after we decided on an impromptu dance-off.

Aunt Amy’s chances flew out the window & she wanted to know why her niece of 6 favored her little bro of 4:

“Because he’s the best!”

Can’t really argue there . . . Moving on.

“Hey stop that, you’re gonna hit your head and get hurt!” I exclaimed as we played a tickling game where the boy jumped on me while I sat on the couch, & then rescued him from falling by a great dose of tickling to the point where the boy shrieked happily with giggles. He even reassured his alert aunt that he wouldn’t get hurt.

Previously the li’l guy & I played with warrior characters in a game on the living room rug. (Hence the shot of the youngster utilizing my cane & a flashlight to retrieve under the couch a lost figure.)

Later on all of us hung out in the family room. All = my parents, 2 nieces, their brother, & me.

6:30 rolled around after our game of “I Spy” around the kitchen table as “circle apples” – called that due to the way Grandma slices them for her beloved grandkids – were eaten, & while we engaged in a few activities in the family room at once including babysitting for 3 dolls & placing different shaped colored blocks through the correct space through the container’s blue lid. It was then that a particular inquiry arose.

“When is my Daddy coming?”

I was curious, especially given the fun times we were currently enjoying, why my young nephew of a mere 48 months wanted to know.

“What do you like so much about your Dad coming to get you?”

I figured that since the evening had arrived, the recently-turned 4-year-old possibly just wanted to go back home because there’s “no place like it” right? I was taken aback by his reply. To describe the remark as unforeseen wouldn’t do it justice. 

For the words that tumbled from the little guy’s lips couldn’t have tugged at my ticker Any Harder, as he remained blissfully unaware of the sweet reality in his precious life he’d just divulged:

“He’s my best fwiend!”

By Aunt Amy


Throw-Jack Thursday

“His name is Jack,” announced my niece as we pretended we were camping in her bedroom. The infant boy doll that we cared for at our campsite needed a name but my suggestions were rejected. I just don’t know why. Accompanying us were her older & younger brothers & younger sister. The littlest sister of 1 quietly played along.

“Can his middle name be “in the box”?”

“What box?” she asked.

“Like Jack In The Box,” I explained to the wholly-not-impressed 6-year-old.

“Of course not,” and without a moment’s hesitation I was shot down.

“Don’t worry Aunt Amy,” assured the boy of 3. “I got this in Puerto Rico.” The thoughtful youngster was intentionally calming my initial concern over our playing in the darkened bedroom – in order to fulfill their shared desire to reflect a true camping experience – by showing me his orange frog flashlight.ORANGE FROG 001.JPG Soon after that the subject was somehow broached of babies. I think it’s because either we played with baby doll Jack or as of June 16 we have a new baby boy in our family.

“I want my Mom to have 2 girls,” declared my niece. Then her massively musical older brother chimed in. His astounding memory allows him to hear a song once & already have an impressive grip on repeating the lyrics; plus the boy’s got moves. Thus, no surprise to hear:

“I want 3 more boys so we can have the Mies 5.”

More good times were born as my 4 adorable nieces & nephews & I continued to play our combination camping/spying trip. My eldest nephew opted to spy so we did that first. So the 2 oldest children & I sprawled on our bellies while gazing intently out the large bedroom window as we scoured the land for any sign of movement. Next, hearing my clever niece one up her older brother was quite comical. Victory came with her surprise response.

Said my niece: “See, there’s somebody out there.”

“Where?” immediately inquired the 8-year-old who took his spy game very seriously, unknowingly plummeting feet first right into her trap.


The End

By Aunt Amy


“The Flip”

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“I could ruin your life or get a guy out,” he threatened me. It was, literally, a “game-changer” as we competed in a zippy game of “Trouble.” I waited to watch his next move.

His current choice? Either land on one of my blue pieces with his yellow one which would send me all the way back to the starting point, or begin one of his players moving around the board to travel safely home. A few minutes earlier as “Trouble” started I said:

“I’m going to shut the TV off because even though I’ve been looking forward to my favorite reality show for months, you are more important.” I wanted to really drive the point home that spending my time with my nephew was infinitely more valuable to me than viewing the twenty-fifth season of “Dancing With The Stars.” My ultimate aim is to help show these children – my nieces & nephews – I see regularly what the treasured things are in life, including choosing people any day over anything else like a game or something on television.

“Vengeance!” erupted an exclamation from the boy that arrived on the scene later after sending one of my game pieces back to the beginning – I’d done the same to him several times prior.

I tested the nearly 9-year-old’s knowledge, pretty certain the sharp third grader already knew the word’s meaning since the term was unsurprisingly used in exactly the right context. “What does vengeance mean?” So he provided a thorough spot-on explanation of the word including telling me the term is a synonym of “revenge.” Why do I even bother? . . . 

We enjoyed a casual conversation as the game progressed.

“My favorite number is 3,” I said after rolling the number.

“Mine is 7, wanna know why?”

I love him & the way his well-oiled wheels are astutely turning seemingly nonstop!

“My favorite number is 7

cuz when you flip it down

it’s an “L” & “L” stands for Lucky.”

The End

By Aunt Amy