E decided to open a restaurant in his bedroom yesterday. He has a fully stocked kitchen, an apron, and a cash register so he was pretty much in business. He named the joint, E's Eatery and Comfort Inn (the Comfort Inn justified the bed in the room).
Just like when I was little, he had more fun setting up the restaurant. His attention to details was very cute; foods in their appropriate compartments, sign on the door, menu in hand.
So, posing as a restaurant critic and photographer, I stopped in and took some photos. I would have to say the ambiance was superb, staff friendly and knowledgeable, and service impeccable. I guess my only complaint would be that the food was a bit...hard.
Later that night, as we snuggled in his bed, we had a great laugh concerning my childhood stuffed animal, Lamby. Since I was very small, Lamby was one of my favorite toys and now I've handed him down to E. Problem is, according to E, Lamby is not a lamb but a puppy dog. Somehow that little detail escaped me and E laughed from the depths of his soul. How silly that I never considered this stuffed animal to be a dog.
We ended our night with a little hand rhyme that I taught him (didn't realize he had never seen or heard it before). With fingers interlaced, my childhood version is this: "Here is the church, here is the steeple. Open the door and see all the people. Here is the church, here is the steeple. Open the door...where are the people?" He thought that was the greatest thing since Spongebob toothpaste. I was completely taken aback by his glee. I need to dig deep into the recesses of my mind and find more little childhood gems to share.If you remember a song, rhyme, or game from your childhood, please leave them in a comment. It may trigger some fond memories to share with others (including our therapists).
That's a classic. I used to give my kids a bath while singing, "Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black, had silver buttons, buttons, buttons all down her back, back, back. She asked her mother, mother, mother for fifty cents, cents, cents to see the elephant, elephant, elephant, jump the fence, fence, fence. He jumped so high, high, high that he didn't come back, back, back until the Fourth of July." Plenty of time there to give a good scrubbing. Recently, something reminded me of that old ditty and i started singing it. J looked at me like i was nuts, didn't remember ever hearing it. We only sang that every other night for at least 3 years. Funny. Anyway, he (re) learned it pretty quick, and we spent an afternoon singing it over and over. Maybe i'll bring it out again for my grandkids!
ReplyDeleteOh, and washing hair to the Bugs Bunny version of the "Barber of Seville" opera.
Ah, yes! Miss Mary Mack was a favorite of mine, too! I used to jump rope or play hand games to it.
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