Boo Boo Butterflies

Nate and I sat on the sofa earlier. He wanted the "TV on. On. On."

I confess. I let him watch a lot of Sprout TV, as it does have some educational value. But, I was done with the morning work so had turned it off to spend deliberate time with him.  I though he might like to build something with his toy blocks, but no.  Instead he found some butterfly stickers in his mountain of toys in the corner near the sliding door. He brought them over and proceed to stick them on me, the dog and himself. He climbed on the sofa and stuck some butterflies on his naked feet.

"Do you want some socks?  It's a little chilly this morning."

"No. Boo, boo." He said and stuck another sticker on his foot.

"There's no boo, boo.  It's a butterfly."

"No. Boo, boo." He insisted as he peeled off another sticker, "One. Two. Free."

"Four, five, six." I said counting off the remaining stickers.

"Boo, boo." He said finishing off the job.  His feet were polka-dotted with butterfly stickers.

"Ok. If you say so. Butterfly boos boos. Go show mom."

"Ok", he said and handed me the empty sheet of stickers and scampered away proud of his achievement.

Purple Green Banana Truck

On the way to daycare Nate asked for a new song about a monkey and truck. So, I made this one up as I don't know of any other songs about a monkey driving a truck.

Once there was a monkey
who drove a banana truck
'round and 'round the zoo.

It was a purple and green 
and made everyone scream,

"Monkey! Give us bananas!"

"No"  he would say,
"You forgot the magic word.
Plus, you are rude."

And, off he'd drive his banana
truck 'round and 'round the zoo
Until they asked politely.

"Please Mr Monkey, can we have bananas?

"Yes. You said the magic word."

And out would fly purple green
bananas, bananas, bananas!
Until everyone ate their fill.

"Thank you Mr Monkey. Thank You."

"You are welcome", he'd say

And off he'd drive his banana
truck 'round and 'round the zoo.

Honky Donkey Monkey Tonky

Often, I make up songs while driving Nate to daycare, or wherever.  Some turn out all right.  Here's the most recent one.

Honky Tonky donkey
Don't mess with the Monkey
Or the Monkey's gonna step on you.
Rugh! Rugh! Rugh! (Make sound like angry Gorilla)

Honky Tonky Monkey
Don't step on the Donkey
Or the Donkey's gonna kick you
Hee Haw, Hee Haw, Hee Haw

Monkey Donkey Tonky
Don't mess with the Honky
Or the Honky's gonna tonky you.
Tonk, Tonk, Tonk

Fucko - A definition - It's not what think

It's not what you think.

We were watching ET with Nate. ET had died, and come back to life. Elliot and the other boys had stolen the ambulance, ditched it for their bikes and were being chased by police cars and fire trucks. "Trucks!" Nate pointed out to us. "Trucks!" He loves trucks.

"Yes, trucks. But, shh. Watch." He hushed and starred memorized b

y ET and the boys on their BMX bikes. They zigzagged this way and that, dodging the police at every turn. Then, when they thought they escaped and could take ET home, men on foot burst in behind them, snatching at their shirts and hoodies, just missing them. Police cars and trucks closed all exits. The gig was up. Escape impossible. Officers, with guns at the ready, closed in.

"Oh, no trucks!" Nate yelled.

"Watch." We said, and just then, ET's great big glowing heart caused the boys on their bikes to fly over the blockade and escape. "Look, Nate, they're flying!"

Excited, and jamming his words together, Nate yelled, "Fucko!"

"What?" Barb and I asked shocked.

"Da Fucko!" Nate yelled again and pointed to ET and the boys as they flew past the men with guns, over the street lights, up past the setting sun and into the woods.

See, I told you. "Fucko" does not mean what you think. It means, according to Nate: Flying past trucks on your bicycle with an alien in your basket.