Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: My dear boy

I am the Mum.
If life was a circus, I would be the plate-juggling lady with monkeys on her shoulders who stands on one leg on a horse's back as it canters around the ring.

I am the Writer.
I use too many commas, dashes and dot-dot-dots, and I often start sentences with conjunctions because I like my blog to look the way it sounds in my mind.

I am the Hero.
Life is a bit like a superhero action comic, except that the superheroes are tiny children dressed in super-suits who possess no actual powers, while I just get them food, break up fights and clean their super-suits.

17 April 2008

My dear boy

Early this morning, I heard Sonny Ma-Jiminy shouting something loud. He had his sheet in his mouth at the time so it was a bit muffled, but - there it was again!

"Damn!"

Oh no. That's not good.

"Damn!"

Sure, there are words out there that are worse, but the thin end of the wedge always has a thick end a short distance away.

"DAMN!"

I mean, today I'm typing D-A-M-N and tomorrow I'm doing asterisks. So that's not good, is it?

It was then that I noticed he was mumbling something on the end of the D-word. It was fairly unintelligible, being muffled through the sheet he was sucking, but there was certainly something else on the end.

"Damn! Mumblemumblemumble..."

"Say it again, Sonny?"

"Damn! Mmblmmblmmbl..."

I took the sheet out of his mouth and asked him to repeat it. And my dear boy said,

"BAM! And the oven is gone!"

This has become a catch-cry of our family since my recent post about the oven cleaner: check it out here.

And I thought my dear boy was cursing into the early morning! Sorry, little feller. You dear little thing.

1 comments:

Nauntie Lush said...: Damn!! That is too funny!!

Now I am the only one with a swearing Toddler though!!

Maybe I need a class on "How not to swear at the drop of a hat"; 17 April, 2008 02:43

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I am a part-time speech pathologist, and try to cook, keep a garden alive and take photos that don’t make us look like we are pharmaceutically affected or dangerously homicidal.

I often suffer from Mumfail but I keep hanging on to the One who picks me up when I fall. If you email me, I’ll answer.

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I came up with the pseudonym Givinya de Elba in highschool and it was based on a joke from an episode of Dad's Army called 'A Soldier's Farewell.'

In the episode, after eating too much toasted cheese, Captain Mainwaring dreams he is Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo. I don't remember much about the episode other than Mainwaring telling his loyal men (Jones, Pike and Godfrey) that he has been exiled to the island of Elba.

Jones quips, "Hence the expression - Givin' ya the Elber!" (giving you the elbow, i.e., pushing you around.) I thought that Givinya de Elba was a half-decent pseudonym for someone who likes to joke and push people around, and I stuck with that.