Tuesday, October 9, 2012

the trouble with living in a three-generation household

Tap-tap-thump-thump go Abraham's forks on the table.

Keith: "Abraham, please stop banging your forks on the table."

Carmen: "Aaah ha ha ha haha!"

Abraham stops drumming, then starts a few minutes later.

Thumpety thumpety thumpety thump!

Carmen: "Ha ha ha!"

Keith: "Abraham, if you don't stop drumming with your forks, I'm going to take them away."

Carmen: "Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! Oh, that's so funny!"

Keith: "Mom, why are you laughing?"

Carmen: "Ha ha ha! Oh, Keith. You were the biggest drummer from the youngest age that I've ever heard!"

Keith: "I was?"

Carmen: "Oh honey, you were L-O-U-D from the day you were B-O-R-N! Your dad was always trying to get you to stop drumming at the table. You drove your sisters crazy with your loudness and drumming!"

Keith: "Really?"

Carmen: "Ha ha ha ha ha! Yes. Ha ha ha!"

2 comments:

  1. Haha! Yep, I remember that well growing up! Seems the apple doesn't far to far from the tree, eh Keith? :-)

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  2. I remember it too...it continued even through highschool. If we weren't eating, he'd use pencils and pens while we were doing homework. Yup...

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