My nephew just turned 4 this past week. A party was planned for today, much like last year’s. It would involve water. There would be the water slide and once again I planned on being the only adult in there with the kids. I planned on bringing out the huge water guns again. Yep, there would be lots and lots of water. And there was.
It rained today. All day. Not just a little rain. A monsoon. Huge bolts of lightening. Hail (or so my sister claims). Instead the party was held indoors where my brother tried to get me drunk. Back in the old days when my mom was getting a little cranky, my brother would sneak wine into her soda. Well she had wine with the soda but he would attempt to up the ratio a bit. Apparently I am now the replacement.
Then there was the music. Oh, by the way, it seems the old vinyl records aren’t the only things that skip. It seems CDs can skip in much the same way. Anyhow there was this song on and neither my darling daughter, nor my brother, would tell me what something meant.
Later on, my sister called me over and was whispering to me, saying I should just make up words and then act like I have something over on Theresa. Theresa sees us conspiring and immediately runs over, demanding to know what we’re whispering about. “None of your business and get your kabunka off of me!” I told her.
“What the heck does that mean?”
“Oh, you don’t know? Gee, Aunt Janet knows. We all know.”
“You just made that up!”
“Did not. I guess you don’t know everything, do you?” I’m going to have to make up a few more words. Maybe even a few new expressions, too. That’ll teach those wise ass kids!
Editing this to say you have to read the comments on this post because I filled in more details.
