Questa è Enida

Me Monchies were not overly excited today to have a repeat lunch of the Filini con Tuna leftover I made for supper the other day. But they know who the boss is in this Kremlin Nomer Divyet. Any objection shown to Queen Mother of this Kingdom of Totalitarianism would cause them severe hunger in exile! Long live Queen Mother Enidabeth!

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After saying grace, I let them eat with their sour face on. In this Kingdom of Totalitarianism, no food ever goes to waste. I choose what me Monchies eat, and when they eat. They choose how much they need. End of story, no questions asked. So as you could probably imagine, it was very quiet around the dining table today. And peace was mine to enjoy. For once, there I was savoring every little bit of peacefulness, listening to my own thoughts. Until there was a buzzing sound of a fly flying by.

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(Almost) to my shock, the fly sent Edrick screaming like the world was coming to its armageddon! Goodness gracious me! For flybying’s sake, it’s just a FLY, boy! As you could now picture it, it was my peacefulness that came to its armageddon, of course.

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You see, this summer Edrick has developed entomophobia (fear of insects) that is now driving me, not just the bugs, up the wall! It is driving Kitreena nuts too as Edrick is so scared of anything that buzzes, creeps and flies… he does not want to be left alone. And every little noise that sounds like a buzz or a shake would shake my son and send him running to me or his sister like a 7-on-Richter scale earthquake would!

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I got the feeling that finishing lunch today was going to be as hard as sailing a boat on tarmacadam. So I put this CD on for the whole Pokrovsky neighborhood to hear, and was honestly hoping to shoo all the summer flies away! Though it did shake the whole house a bit, Edrick managed to clean up his Filini con Tuna lunch deafened distracted.

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The Latin music was so good, I must admit, that it didn’t just shake my house and me Monchies. It shook my bum too!

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Me Monchies and I spent some good half an hour after lunch mambo-ing and lambada-ing away shaking the Filini Con Tuna calories off in my kitchen and had so much fun doing it, we must’ve debugged the whole Pokrovsky neighborhood!

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