It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Inexplicable…

A bit bleary today. Not a lot of sleep last night, and poor quality what I got. Tired… Which is why the title of this post is to be hummed to the tune of ‘unforgettable’… “Kettle drummer! I say, kettle drummer!” This in plummy upper crust British accent… “Do you know ‘That’s What You Are’?” —

Oops, sorry, am I still awake? And typing? Sorry, sorry… (Why do babies so often fight naps? Don’t they realize a nap is a Gift from Heaven?)

Reading today. Trick or Treat Countdown, by Patricia Hubbard, illustrated by Michael Letzig. A good counting book: fun graphics, items clearly laid-out, easily picked out by a toddler’s eye and dimpled finger, and a jouncy, bouncy rhythm to the words. Nigel sits on my lap to enjoy it for perhaps the fifteenth time this week.

“One haunted house groans.”

“Wha’ss daaaaa?”

“A house. See, it has a funny face.”

“Two tall tombstones moan.”

“Wha’ss daaaaa?”

“Stones.” I take his pudgy hand in mine and plonk his finger on the pictures as I count. “One, two, sad stones. Stones with sad faces.”

“Three green witches cackle.”

“Wha’sss daaaaa?”

“One, two, three witches.” More finger-plonking. “Three witches, see, riding their brooms. Four dried leaves crackle.”

“Wha’ss daaaaa?”

“Leaves, Nigel. One, two, three, four leaves. Those are oak leaves. Big, brown oak leaves.”

“Wha’ss daaaa?”

Okay, tombstones, haunted houses and witches might be a bit outside his experience, but leaves? We’re knee-deep in fallen leaves, play in them most every day. I try for less automated, more thoughtful participation.

“Oh, you know what it is. You tell me. What’s that, Nigel?” I give him a squeeze, tap one of the leaves.

“Be-gup.”

“Leaf. It’s a leaf.”

“Be-gup.”

Idiosyncratic pronounciation? I’d have expected ‘yeef’. But begup?

“Five jack-o’lanterns gleam.”

“Wha’ss daaaa?”

“Pumpkins. Those are a kind of pumpkin. You take a pumpkin, and put a face in it, and it’s a jack-o’lantern.”

“Wha’ss daaaa?”

“You tell me. What is it, Nigel?”

“Be-gup.”

Hmmm. “Sick scarey skeletons scream. What is this, Nigel?”

“Be-gup.”

“Seven ghosts whisper ‘Ooooo’. What is that?”

“Be-gup.”

“Eight goblins shout, ‘BOO!'”

“Be-gup.”

“Nine scarey monsters?”

“Be-gup.”

Ten werewolves? Eleven bats? Twelve cats?

Be-gup. Be-gup. Be-gup.

“A shivery, shivery, shivery scene,
All make-believe on Hallowe’en.”

“Be-gup.”

“Bless you.”

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© 2006, Mary P

October 6, 2006 Posted by | books, holidays, individuality, random and odd, the things they say! | 8 Comments