amicus
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No Keed! Not that Finger! (small humor)
The family was getting ready for an office beach party earlier today. I am hand washing dishes as the dishwashing machine went on strike; my daughter is off to the side preparing a seven layer guacamole dip.
The two year old has his own little broom and is sweeping the kitchen floor and I am entertaining and teasing him. Been teaching him how to say ABC’s and how to count to 10 and holding up the correct number of fingers.
To make it into a game, I use a heavy Mexican accent, like the Bogart movie with the line, “We don’ need no steenkin’ badges…” I have a deep baritone voice and I make it hoarse and cracked and the other two children in the dining room are tittering at my jokes, “Hey, Keed, choo poot wan feenger in dat ear and dee udder pinger in chour nose and chour thumb in your mouth, huh, okay?” (He has become a thumb sucker of recent so I pick on him about it.
My daughter never comments on my stories or my published works, never laughs at my jokes but from what I understand she tells everyone at her work how funny I can be and how good I am with kids, but she never says a word to me.
So she has her back to me, spreading sour cream and black olives, probably can hear me but either ignoring me or pretending not to hear.
So I glanced at her and then back to the little boy; “Hey Keed, choo say ‘One,’ and choo show me wan feenger, Okay?
I say, “No Keed, not that finger!” and glance up in time to see my daughter swing her head around with eyes and mouth wide open.
“Gottcha!” I said with a big grin.
She does listen after all.
Amicus….(thought y’all might get a chuckle out of that)
The family was getting ready for an office beach party earlier today. I am hand washing dishes as the dishwashing machine went on strike; my daughter is off to the side preparing a seven layer guacamole dip.
The two year old has his own little broom and is sweeping the kitchen floor and I am entertaining and teasing him. Been teaching him how to say ABC’s and how to count to 10 and holding up the correct number of fingers.
To make it into a game, I use a heavy Mexican accent, like the Bogart movie with the line, “We don’ need no steenkin’ badges…” I have a deep baritone voice and I make it hoarse and cracked and the other two children in the dining room are tittering at my jokes, “Hey, Keed, choo poot wan feenger in dat ear and dee udder pinger in chour nose and chour thumb in your mouth, huh, okay?” (He has become a thumb sucker of recent so I pick on him about it.
My daughter never comments on my stories or my published works, never laughs at my jokes but from what I understand she tells everyone at her work how funny I can be and how good I am with kids, but she never says a word to me.
So she has her back to me, spreading sour cream and black olives, probably can hear me but either ignoring me or pretending not to hear.
So I glanced at her and then back to the little boy; “Hey Keed, choo say ‘One,’ and choo show me wan feenger, Okay?
I say, “No Keed, not that finger!” and glance up in time to see my daughter swing her head around with eyes and mouth wide open.
“Gottcha!” I said with a big grin.
She does listen after all.
Amicus….(thought y’all might get a chuckle out of that)
Glad you shared it with us. 
