(To the tune of 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious')Hey-wait-a-second-and-wash-your-hands!
Hey-wait-a-second-and-wash-your-hands!
It's Crazy Grandma Ichikawa Storytime right now!
Even though the things I write, she says it's not allowed.
If you read it long enough, all you can say is "Wow!"
It's Crazy Grandma Ichikawa Storytime right now!
Emma and Andrew really enjoy looking at books. Often they can sit in a corner and look at them for minutes. And sometimes minutes can turn into hours when we place heavy weights on their laps that they are unable to remove.
Since the kids enjoy playing peek-a-boo, we found a peek-a-boo book at Target. It's one of those picture books with flaps on each page. Underneath each flap is a child with the words "Peek-a-boo" written. Although it's rather repetitive and boring and there's neither no storyline nor character arc (Why does the baby feel the need to play peek-a-boo?), we thought it might be a perfect book for the kids.
So we stole it.
During the weekend, Crazy Grandma and Lazy Grandpa were over for dinner. While Lazy Grandpa watched television in his Calvin Kleins, Crazy Grandma read books for the kids. Emma handed the peek-a-boo book to Crazy Grandma to read.
With the kids sitting next to Crazy Grandma, she began to read. She let the kids take turns lifting the flaps. When a flap was lifted, Crazy Grandma would yell, "PEEK KAH BOOB!" Yes, awkward, but there's still more to the story.
Each baby behind the flap was a different race: Caucasian, Asian, African American, etc. When Crazy Grandma revealed the Caucasian baby, she yelled, "PEEK KAH BOOB!"
When Crazy Grandma revealed the Asian baby, she yelled, "It's Daddy! PEEK KAH BOOB!"
And when Crazy Grandma revealed the African American baby, she yelled, "Look! It's Obama!"
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