A strange phenomenon is sweeping the Eccentic family.
My youngest Eccentric, Ughabugha, who is barely two but apparantly a natural entertainer, has taken to singing loudly whenever we are in public in her screechy, barely-coherent baby falsetto--
"I a poo-poo bandit, yea. Mama poo-poo bandit, yea. Dada poo-poo bandit, yea."
This is usually accompanied by elder Eccentric children cackling with glee and/or rolling on the floor like bugs high on RAID, blocking up cart traffic and causing me to get the old "can't you control your kids or pull your hair up with something other than a pencil" look, although the innocent little angels deny teaching her the song and insist that she "made it up all by herself".
I much prefer to move anonymously through the aisles of Walmart etc, fooling everyone into thinking that we are all dull-normal and sedately well-behaved, but I can't help but be amused, her screechy little baby voice is just so funny. Now I just need to figure out what a poo-poo bandit is.
~EH
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