“Let it bee, yeah, let it bee”

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Q: What did one hair say to another strand of hair?

A: It takes 2 to tangle!

Such was the scene at my house Saturday afternoon. My Mom had just returned home with her eldest granddaughter after the two pals picked up some books at the local library. One page-turner focused on fun experiments so they selected one right away & boiled water; the next step was to place candy corn in a container of the boiled water, as well as in a different container of warm water, to observe how the candy reacted. (The candy corn coating came off in the boiling water dish.)

The 3 of us – my lovely 8-year-old niece, her beloved Grandma & I – were then sitting around the kitchen table sharing jokes from another just-bought book. The game that my niece invented on the spot was, of the two listeners of the joke, whoever laughs first loses. We passed around the joke book to whoever guessed the punch line correctly first, that is, if we even did answer the Q & A humor right in the first place.

In honor of the Michigan football game that day at noon televised on Fox, my niece donned a stylish U of M outfit of their school colors. In fact, when a Fed Ex delivery man arrived & asked which team we were rooting for, my Mom answered by calling the head-to-toe maize & blue girl to the front door to see the answer for himself.

Subsequent to our joke contest, the thick as thieves pair went on to compete in the card game “Old Maid” on the large family room rug . . .  but not until my Mom & I were both hopelessly stumped by the one final joke delivered by my niece, where of course the right reply made perfect sense once revealed, but that’s just hindsight bias talking:

Q: Why did the bee itch?

Drum roll, please:

A: It was covered in hives.

 

The End

By Aunt Amy

10-20-18

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“Pictionary”

She opened her mouth wide to show me. 

“See, I chew on this side & eat on this side,” explaining how she did it after I expressed my bewilderment at the gross-sounding prospect of chewing Spearmint gum & eating watermelon at the same time.

But I digress. It’s so funny how little kids get words wrong. Actually we all do at one time or another. My niece & her baby brother were over while the rest of their family attended a U of M football game. The 8-year-old kept repeating a game she wanted to play but we had absolutely no idea what she meant. For the life of us my Mom & I couldn’t figure it out.

The energetic second grader & I had already competed in the card game “Rich, Rich, Poor, Poor” as well as the board game “Sorry.” Without me letting her, she won both. Boy, we were (my Mom & I as we desperately tried to understand the strange term she spoke) up a rapidly rising creek!

. . . Finally, FINALLY, after multiple minutes of us guessing in confusion, my Mom got it! Of course, in hindsight, the twisted term made perfect sense. To the youngster’s credit, it was just like the actual name of the game in the

amount of syllables being 4;

beginning letter also “P”;

&

ending with the long “e” sound.

All she wanted to do was play “Paranajee.” 

 

The End

By Aunt Amy

9-15-18

 

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My Mom & the second grader in a tight embrace several years prior to the girl becoming a Pictionary champ

“Anatomy 101”

“Hey, can you run in my room on my desk & grab a K-cup for coffee for me?”

So my sweet ceaselessly helpful little niece dashed down the hall. Anything to save me a trip! Taking too long, I thought, I began to ask my Mom to go find her. Just then the first-grader emerged. Empty-handed. 

No big deal, I thought to myself. Till she raised her right hand up from under the kitchen table to reveal a decaf Starbucks K-cup. She comes through yet again. How I do love that girl.

Sitting at the kitchen table, my niece & I sat across from each other with her grandparents also across from each other at the table that seats 4. Glancing at her beloved always-entertaining Grandma’s dinner, the girl voiced her observation of a piece of the homemade quinoa salad on Grandma’s plate.

To her honest-at-all-costs granddaughter, Grandma kindly responded, “It’s a garbanzo bean.”

The child’s indubitably unfiltered comment that paved the way for her Grandma’s so very gracious reply?

That looks like a butt.”

The End

By Aunt Amy

2-22-18

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“The Sequel”

“Did you have an egg sandwich?” Grandpa called out to his grandson.

“Yeah I did!”

With 2 nephews & their sister over on the first half of a Saturday, it was nice to see at one point the guys interacting in the family room: the boys ages 9 & 11 & their Grandpa.

“Those look good,” my fellow-foodie niece at the kitchen table observed aloud peering down at part of my meal. “Are they gluten free?” They weren’t.

My niece sat across from me as I happily dined on a hot dog & baked beans for lunch.

“Do you know what a sous chef is?” She didn’t. “You were Grandma’s assistant chef making pecan tarts. That’s a sous chef.” The pair who always mesh splendidly had just made the dessert. 

pecan tarts

Then we got to playing a game where my niece looked into the TV screen of the small set in the kitchen; by doing so, she could see me behind her as I sat at the kitchen table. The game we created was me making different faces & playful gestures for 5 seconds, then the 7-year-old turning around & imitating what she’d just seen me do.

It worked well. Until it didn’t.

I wiggled my 2 pointer fingers behind the top of my head. I was pretending to be a member of the she-wolf pack on the return of the show “Full House” called “Fuller House.” (On the recently reborn show, Kimmy Gibbler along with her longtime best friend D.J. & D.J.’s sister Stephanie belong to a group Kimmy made up called the she-wolf pack. They howl & everything.)

After the first grader successfully repeated my actions, I couldn’t help but pose an inquiry.

“Can you guess what I am?” I surmised the girl would instantly catch on to what I’d done. But so much for me trying to be a “cool” aunt & mimic a gesture from a Netflix show the girl knows very well.

Her initial guess was wrong & the second also failed to hit the nail on the head . . .

at least I hope so . . . 

“A loser?”

The End

By Aunt Amy

2-24-18

 

 

 

“Ride ‘em . . . COWBOY!”

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“What are the kids doin’?”

“I bought him a book on paper airplanes so he can do that right now,” my Mom answered about her 9-year-old grandson.

Right before that his first grade sister along with him, played a lively game of Pictionary with my Mom & me.

“It’s really funny when people draw things and you try to guess what it is,” I urged my nephew, trying successfully to stomp out his initial hesitation in joining us.

Eventually the boy deserted us girls – his sister, my Mom & me – to direct his attention elsewhere. Okay. Girl time’s fine, too.

So my quick-thinking Mom suggested being the sole drawer in our game since the teams were no longer evenly split 2 versus 2. She’d draw for me to guess & she’d draw for her granddaughter to guess. Being the most skilled sketcher of us all, with me her idea was A-OK.

The young girl’s turn came & she began guessing what she saw her Grandma draw.

In a failed effort to assist, I even chimed in although I wasn’t supposed to. “Rodeo?” “Horse?”

Looking at the picture, blurted from her little lips came a guess showing she was definitely on the right track – but the youngster just couldn’t for the life of her bring to her bright mind the correct ending part of the word in question.

Yee-haw! To her credit, she came pretty darn close.

Cowman?”

THE END

1-20-18 Cowboy in pictionary

By Aunt Amy

1-20-18

 

“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!”

“Chicken?”

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
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“Hole-Ear then Ow”

My niece has pierced ears!

My baby niece has pierced ears!

by Aunt Amy     4.7.11

“I promise you, I did it today,” she insisted her claim to me was true that day, Tuesday, the fifth of April 2011.

“I don’t believe you,” I replied to my oldest sister, maintaining my skepticism of her admission. “She’s only seven months old.”

“Then I’ll stop by,” offered my four-years-and-just-shy-of-five-months older sister. “We’re on Ann Arbor Trail, coming home from dinner. We’re a couple minutes away.”

Wearing pink sweats – I change into sweat pants after returning from early morning Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy, in which I wear a different set of sweats used only to wear back and forth from treatments; I didn’t realize my current fashion trends, or lack thereof, were noticed by my six-year-old nephew until he saw me one day and exclaimed “Wow, you’re in jeans!” – from JC Penney and a baggy grey t-shirt, I threw on a hat and hooded sweatshirt as I prepared to venture out to my driveway in 40˚ Michigan spring weather. I had to see for myself if in fact the statement was true.

“Did two people do it at once or did the same person do it twice?” I wondered if my young niece felt the zapping sting one after the other, or mercifully endured the short-lasting-but-all-too-real pain simultaneously as both ears got holes at the same time.

“We were at Twelve Oaks today,” her mom explained as she described the circumstances surrounding her daughter’s ears’ experience.

A minute later I opened the right rear door of her blue Durango.

“Oh my gosh!” I couldn’t help but exclaim after seeing a car seat containing an infant, my sweet baby niece, with a lasting imprint on either side of her little cranium.

Her reaction to my shocked expression began turning slowly into a whimper and downward curl of the lower lip. I quickly changed my composure to calm the little one.

Two diamond-like small shiny earrings sparkled beautifully right above her earlobes.

Now I lay down my aunt duty,

Praying for this little cutie,

And if I worry and can’t rest,

Don’t forget, her Mom knows best!

 

THE END

Pretty Ears Pierced

Pretty Ears Pierced

See the earring?

See the earring?