There would be a thread about me and you would all be mocking me relentlessly.
I thought about that earlier when I was singing the chorus of The Butt-Wiggling Song for the umpteenth time today (with accompanying choreographed dance.)
I just adore my grandpibble, but he's what one would call a lively dog. Or a handful. So I do what I did when my kids were small and also getting a little too rambunctious (I had 'lively' children. No surprise as according to my mom I was a 'lively' girl myself) and that is ... out silly them.
See, sometimes the chaos and the noise makes me want to yell and get cranky. And I don't like me that way so I subvert it with made up songs and ridiculous dance numbers. Or sometimes puppet shows with socks and potatoes. Or free form poetry disguised as rap battling the four legged ones. I always win - I suck but I'm more verbal than the dogs are and the cats just ignore me.
Once, when my youngest kidult walked in while I was in the middle of signing my latest hit, "Who's My Sack of Love Potatoes?" he stopped and just stared stonefaced until I was done. I reminded him I did this to them when they were small and his reply,
"I know. Sometimes I wish you'd have just smacked us instead."
I don't know where he gets his sarcasm.