Sunday, August 21, 2005
Creative Grandparenting 101
After being climbed over and up several times by the Chick this morning I asked her if she was a monkey cause she climbed me like a tree.
Chick as she's climbing up into my lap again: Nanny's a banana tree.
Nanaw Banana Tree as she's being stabbed in her bark by little toes: Oh, NO, there's a monkey climbing me! What color monkey are you?
Chickie monkey as she reaches the top branches: I'm a blue monkey!
Nanaw Banana Tree: OUCH, monkey! What are you pulling my leaves out for?
Chickie monkey: I not pull out you leaves. I'm picking you bananas to eat em.
(sounds of munching, creaking branches)
Nanaw Banana Tree: You need to climb down little, blue monkey cause my limbs are going to break soon.
Chickie monkey: You not broke Nanny, you be alright.
I wanna know where it is written in the Grandma Book that you'll have to spend time as a tree. I thought I was wise about this stuff and knew all about having to be stuff like dogs, cats, and ducks, but that tree stuff is tough.