1997/1998 I was seven years old and BIG on mysteries. I was completely hooked on Scooby-Doo. I checked out a lot of Hardy Boys from the library. It was totally my jam. So I created my OWN Sherlock-Holmes-type detective called Detective Big Nose and wrote a series. I hope you enjoy.
Join me next month for another installment of Detective Big Nose.
JACK: Your butt is big, Mom.
ME: Okay, thanks.
JACK: I mean, it’s super DUPER big.
ME: Okay! I got it!
CASEY: (spinning) I’m dizzy!
ME: (making a dumb Dad Joke) What do you want to do, Dizzy?
CASEY: I want to go to Dizzy-land!
Lately Casey has been calling Jack, “my Jack”. Like, “Where is my Jack?” “There’s my Jack! My Jack is back!” He also has been insisting that they wear the same color of shirt everyday. So today, when he saw Jack was wearing a red shirt, he demanded to be changed out of his blue shirt.
CASEY: I don’t match my Jack! No, I need to match my Jack!
A wasp landed on Jack Heroically, Dan swatted it away.
JACK: No I wanted him! He liked me!
We went on a hike and my two-year-old starting singing aloud every single thing that was happening.
CASEY: (cheerful singing) There’s lots of sand. And lots of mud. I’m farting. I farted and mommy laughed.
The boys caught a cold.
ME: (checking in) How are you feeling?
JACK: I feel better.
CASEY: I feel cough.
On the same note. Casey’s cough worsened, which always aggravates his sensitive gag reflex. After the grossest sounding cough turned hacking gag/possible slight puke, he turns to me and very calmly and politely says
CASEY: I have a little cough.
ME: Coconuts.
JACK: Cock and nuts?
ME: That’s definitely not how you pronounce it…
A while ago, I wrote about Jack mispronouncing the word “freckle”. The other day, Dan and I learned that Casey calls it “a peckle”. And this is my official petition to change the word freckle to peckle.
It’s that time of the month again, where we dive into my childhood and drag back a piece of writing as early as it can be.
At estimated five-years-old I clearly remember making this story. I was sitting in church and I painstakingly drew each page with the exact words in mind. Then hired my mom as scribe and put my “first ever book” together!
There you go. I hope you enjoyed my Kindergarten humblebrag from back in the day. Haha!
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