On this beautiful spring day, my eight year old charge, becoming bored with watching his little sister’s soccer practice, begins searching the ground of a small wooded area adjacent to the playing field. Within minutes, the boy finds the most dangerous stick in the area and begins to swing it in a wild helicopter motion around his head. He leaps high in the air, fighting invisible enemies. After several near misses between the stick and the boy’s mouth, I decide to step in.
Nanny: “Those are some pretty impressive Ninja moves, but I think you should be careful with that big stick. That would really hurt if it fell on your head.”
Child: “Nanny, for your information, this is not a big stick and I’m not a Ninja. This is a Light-Saber, I am a Jedi Master and in case you didn’t notice, I am fighting Darth Maul, one of the meanest bad guys in the entire universe.”
Nanny: “If you say so, I just want to make sure you don’t knock yourself out with that tree stump while you combat Dorky Darth.”
Child: “Please, Nanny. I know exactly what I’m doing. You see, I have The Force.”
Nanny: “What does that mean?”
Child: “The Force is like a magic and I am so good at it that I don’t even have to open my eyes when I’m fighting someone. The Force tells things to move all by themselves.”
A few minutes later I hear a loud “thwack,” and look up to find my Jedi Master thoughtfully rubbing his eye — massive wooden light-saber on the ground by his feet.
Nanny: “Whoa, Jedi Master. What happened? I think I just felt a disturbance in The Force.”
Child: “That’s not funny, Nanny.”
Nanny: “I was just wondering if The Force told the light-saber to fall onto your eyeball.”
Child: “That’s not how it works, Nanny.” He said with lightly veiled irritation. “Once you are a Master, the force would never allow something to just fall on your eye. Some negative force has to get in the way of the good force. I think it was your fault.”
Nanny: “Mine?” I’m the negative force?”
Child: “Yep. I think you could use some more training.”
Nanny: “I’ll be sure to get right on that, Master. In the meantime, let’s put some frozen peas on that unfortunate light-saber injury.”
Child: “I’m not really injured, Nanny. My force is too strong for that.”
Nanny: “I see. Then Jedi Masters must also possess some mad make-up skills.”
I luv this!! Sounds so much like my grandsons ! My April is of course the chill momma of 2 mini masters, and would never squelch their training! Lol I am just the nana !😂😎
Hi Joy! I’ll bet April turned out to be a chill mama! That’s awesome. As a Nanny, I’m not quite as chill. Apparently I am a major disturbance in the force. Oh well…we can’t all be chill.
Love it. Especially that it was “your fault.” Of course it was!
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Yep…no matter what, it’s always Nanny’s fault Last week he somehow missed the toilet and peed all over the floor. Apparently that was my fault too.