Questa è Enida

I am writing a looooong entry about what kind of Mom I am. But nothing deserves a publishing more than an entry about what kind of children I am Mommy-ing. So here…

For the past couple weeks now the Monchies and I have established a still-chaotic-work-in-progress bedtime routine. Before the l’ultimo bacio, we tell ourselves a bedtime story. Yes, we. The light will be dimmed, the Monchies tucked in the bunk bed – Kitreena on the top, and I will sit by Edrick in the bottom bed. I will start with the easiest part “Once upon a time, there was a…“ and the kids will fill in the blank – whoever is faster will get his choice of character’s story made up and told. And the story will go on from there. Ad-lib.

Surprisingly Edrick has been the faster one to come up with a noun for the blank. And Kitreena has been the more imaginative one, cooking up the storyline. And two nights ago Edrick filled in the blank with a banana. I put the banana into life by making him run really really fast for his life. Right away… Kitreena could see the monkeys chasing after him. It was such an intense phase in Mr. Banana’s life, I tell you, we could almost peel his pulse! I mean, feel his pulse.

It wasn’t long before Mr. Banana started panting, sweating and almost pee-ing in his peel. In his desperation to save his life from being eaten alive by the bananabaric monkeys, he was granted an idea by the Banana God watching him from up above the clouds over the banana republic. Mr. Banana thought of going bugil (naked) would save his life as he could run fasterer – so there! He peeled himself and kept on running!

The monkeys, running so fast so hungry, did not have time to see what had been thrown at them by Mr. Banana. And guess what? Predictably, the monkeys slipped on the peel and came tumbling down the hills, losing their special lunch that day. While Mr. Banana might not grow a new peel and would go bugil for the rest of his life, he was at least saved for another day by his quick (street-smart and strip-smart) thinking.

The End.

Last night it was Daddy’s turn to put Monchies to bed. I opted for the dishes! The kids came down to the kitchen to say goodnight to me and demanded the bedtime story. So after briefing Daddy with what it was all about, I initiated the story. Edrick got his way again by filling in the gap with an elephant who lost his trunk. I, trying to stay away from another action-packed-come-to-life stripping elephant, asked Edrick where he thought the elephant could get a new trunk.

“The trunk is on the tree, Mommy!”

I rolled right over on the kitchen floor laughing as I was imagining an elephant with a wooden trunk and a tree with an elephant trunk!

And for some reason another trunk came to mind. But that was for my bedtime story.