Funny kids
India encouraged me to write more about funny things that our kids do. I guess my wry observations on the human condition just aren’t bringing in the ad dollars.
Here are two attempts:
1- Zola and the other 8-9 year old boys at his camp have adopted some G-rated (no pun intended) gangsta slang as part of their little-boy patois.
It is sort of funny on its own to see a predominantly blonde and pale group of little guys shouting ” ‘Sup?” and flashing what I guess they think are some kind of gang hand signs at each other. The photo after the first intra-camp baseball game of the summer, Bearcats vs. Slammers, looked more like Cuckolds vs. Klingons.
Yesterday morning, one of our our next-door neighbors came over to visit. Zola greeted him with a cheerful, “Yo! ‘Sup dawg?” Our visitor, Honey, was, in fact, a dog. I thought this was pretty hilarious.
2- Tallulah and the 3-4 year olds are the most enthusiastic singers amongst all of the campers. She treats us to endless rounds of call-and-response classics, including “Princess Pat” (which she performed in the talent show), “Bringing Home a Baby Bumble Bee,” and “Boom Chicka Boom.”
On her own, Tallulah has been singing her favorite Christmas carol a lot this afternoon. In July, she is as convinced as she was in December that the climactic verse of Jingle Bells is “… in a hoppen, sloppen sleigh.” A little Christmas, right here in our Catskills summer.