Sunday, November 25, 2012

Forty Hundred Thumbs Up and Other Stories

On the way to my Aunt's for Thanksgiving.  I had my iPhone hooked up to the minivan's stereo.  I had forgotten that I picked a few choice AC/DC songs to add to my play list. They remind me of high school in my post-alternative phase, hanging out with my cousin and his friends, and going to Rush concerts.  

There were cheers for Bieber (or Beaver, as Three calls him).  Suddenly, the first few bars of "Back in Black" began.  Complete silence in the minivan. 

Then a little voice pipes up, it's Three:   Mom, who sings this song?

Me:  AC/DC

Moo:  AC, WHAT?

Three:  "I MEAN what is the NAME of this song!!

Me:  Back in Black.

Three: Forty Thumbs UP! No Forty HUNDRED Thumbs Up!

Moo:  100 Thumbs UP!

Three:  Can you put this on my play list?

Me, dumbfounded:  Um, sure.

Moo:  Me, too Mom.

Me:  Ok.

Doodle:  I don't get it.

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This morning, Doodle has a friend over and we are making chocolate chip cookies.

Me:  Are there any other cookies you want me to make for the holidays?

Doodle:  Let's make Spritz cookies!

Me:  Yes, It's a tradition for us. Do you remember whose recipe we use?

Doodle:  Hmmmmm.

Me:  I've give you a hint.  Three is named after her.

Doodle:  Oh, Aunt Helen.

Moo:  She makes the BEST cookies!   (Interesting because Aunt Helen died before Tori was born and Tori never got to taste her cookies.  I do, however, use her recipes.  She was an amazing cook).

Three, sounding it out:  HELL- A- NA.  You mean my name has Hell in it?!  (Three says this in an amused sort of way).

Me:  I guess so. 

A moment later, after thinking about it......Me:  And it's strangely appropriate.


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Doodle has a sleepover in full force.  Six girls, eight and nine years old, and Three.  We told Three she could watch the movie with the big girls.  There's lots of chatter and Three is getting frustrated.

All of a sudden from the next room I hear, from Three, loudly:  Shut your little pie hole and watch the movie!!

Complete and utter silence.  Trying not to laugh, Three goes in the naughty chair.

Dan:  Horrifying, yet strangely effective.

Me:  Yep, those big girls are still quiet.