Well if yer The FatCrankyBastid and me and yer saving to get out of this madhouse you find cheap forms of entertainment. The cheapest kind as you all know, is that which is found at another’s expense.
We often mess with his dad. Via his bedroom window, we found that by using the kitchen’s remote control we can surf channels, turn the sound up or down, disable the text for the deaf on CrazyClaude’s tele. It’s just as well he is mostways deaf or else he’d hear us outside snorting with our giggles. Sometimes I can’t taaake it and have to go downstairs to bust a gut cackling.
Other times it’s the heathen thirteen year old nephew TraviDullards turn. He who IS here every morning and every afternoon during every weekday. The husband and I like to allocate at least fifteen minutes per day to terrorise and *hopefully* traumatise the poor wee beggar.
Haha and we are exceptionally good at it.
Our latest game to play with him is “Hey TraviDullard!! What’s This?â€
Let the Puppetry of the Hand [and Body] BeGin.
The cobra…swaying an upright fist from side to side telling heathen to pay close attention to it and then ask what it is. After one or two incorrect guesses [and this is the heathen who supposedly has an imagination] you strike out with two straightened fingers and boink him fair in the middle of his forehead while making a hissing noise.
The Penguin…with elbows tucked into your sides [like yer doing the robot], hands up all floppy, then yer waddle over at him and start slapping the big heathen’s face backwards and forwards.
The seagull…stand with hands tucked at sides, elbows out, holding the pose on one leg, then suddenly lunge into heathens face, open mouth squawking loudly, then chase him around the room like he has a chip [fry].
The Emu [or emoo if yer American]…press three fingers tightly together into a beak and then repeatedly peck into the heathens body and head. This one we have used on him again because when he says its an emoo we shout WRONG it’s an ostrich and get to peck at him all over again.
Ahhh he looooves it.
He’s the only one that gets this kind of attention from us…We usually tell him how *special* he is.