If my brother or I slept too late, our dad would bring in "the ticklebugs". Then the other kid would go climb back into bed to be "woken up", too. They had a theme song:
When you can not find your kid, don't be sad, don't flip your lid. Don't you smile, don't be smug; just send in--the Ticklebugs.
They tickle fast, they tickle slow, the even tickle in STEREO! So don't you smile, don't be smug; just send in the Ticklebugs.
what an awesome project. hm. I remember telling my young friend Brian this when at the age of six he asked me what kidneys were:
see those? those are your kid knees. when you get to be about Jesse's age (boy who lived across the street) those will fall off and you'll get adult knees.
(perhaps my finest lie ever, although he only believed me for about ten seconds.)
As a kid, my father had convinced us that Santa did practice runs in the nights before Christmas. He would load us into the bed of the truck, we would go looking at Christmas Lights in the neighborhoods, and at some point he would point to a light in the sky, saying it was Rudolph. We would yell to Santa and he would drop candy down to us.
Later I got to see him in action doing this for my younger cousins. He had mastered the art of tossing candy out from the drivers window so that it would come down vertically in the bed of the truck as if it had been dropped from the sky. I think he kept getting pickup trucks for years, just so he could keep doing this.
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When you can not find your kid,
don't be sad, don't flip your lid.
Don't you smile,
don't be smug;
just send in--the Ticklebugs.
They tickle fast,
they tickle slow,
the even tickle in STEREO!
So don't you smile,
don't be smug;
just send in the Ticklebugs.
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see those? those are your kid knees. when you get to be about Jesse's age (boy who lived across the street) those will fall off and you'll get adult knees.
(perhaps my finest lie ever, although he only believed me for about ten seconds.)
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Later I got to see him in action doing this for my younger cousins. He had mastered the art of tossing candy out from the drivers window so that it would come down vertically in the bed of the truck as if it had been dropped from the sky. I think he kept getting pickup trucks for years, just so he could keep doing this.
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(sorry i have not responded sooner) This is perfect, and I really appreciate you sharing it with me!!
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talk to you soon Ernesto
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