Teaching My Child Nonsense June 11, 2009
Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, Family, Princess Hannah , 4commentsMy dad always told great bedtime stories.
Most of his stories didn’t make much sense. (They didn’t then and still don’t.)
Every once in a while, I thumb through the invisible Rolodex in my brain labeled “Stories by Pa.”
I shared this little ditty with Hannah the other night:
Ladies and Jellyspoons, Beggars and Tramps, Bowlegged Mosquitoes and Cross-eyed Ants,
I come before you to stand behind you to tell you something I know nothing about.
There will be a woman’s meeting next Tuesday on Good Friday for men only.
Admission is free, please pay at the door.
Pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
At the end of the poem, Hannah looked very inquisitively at me and said, “Grandpa has silly stories!”
Even two-year-olds know nonsense when they hear it.
