My husband's evil ways

Somehow during my childhood I was deprived of one of the most beloved little ditties of all times. I had heard it before, just never knew the words or how to properly execute it. That is, until my husband started teaching the boys this song:

"Jill, Jill bo bill
Banana, fanna fo fill
Fee fie mo mill
JJJJIIIILLLLL"

Then he proceeded to go through all the family names, youngest to oldest.

Now, I have to add a little bit to the post by telling you where this was going on and why.

See, at that point we were at about day 2,135 in our remodel* with only ONE bathroom amongst all of us. Turned out, Mike had to use the facilities, I was putting on make-up and, true to form, a child HAD to get into the bathroom to ask a question.**

So, there we were, three of us in a bathroom clearly designed for someone the size of a Smurf. At first, because I was putting on make-up and didn't want to end up looking like a Picasso painting, I refrained from joining in. But, the boys were having SO MUCH FUN, that I threw caution to the wind. And started singing right along.

When we all finished with the family names, Mike looked directly at me and said "Let's do DUCK."

Having now done this annoying song exactly twice in my life, I didn't catch on that I was traveling down the road paved with good intentions that ends up in a twisted pile of wreckage outside the range of cell phone coverage. So, on I go...

"Duck, duck, bo buck
Banana fanna fo _______ "

OH MY GOODNESS. I almost dropped the "F" bomb in front of my, scratch that, OUR kid. And Mike encouraged it?!

In all honesty, Mike thought I KNEW what I was doing and figured I'd just smirk at him and say something pithy. In all honesty, I had NOT a clue. I was just glad I caught myself.

The bruise on Mike's shoulder, should you care to know, has faded quite nicely.

The child in the bathroom with us? Still trying to figure out what came next.


*A wee bit exaggerated, but close to how it feels.

**There is no such thing as privacy in a bathroom once a child learns to walk. It is completely mind-bending for a child to imagine you wouldn't WANT them in the bathroom with you for the entire three minutes it will take to get the job done.