Sunday, November 13, 2005

Why Sometimes Being An Aunty Is Almost Enough

It was bathtime and Naughty Nephew the 3rd, aged 3, he of the blue saucer eyes and the baby chicken fluff hair, insisted he was perfectly capable of undressing himself.

Alrighty, we said.

He took off his teeshirt the conventional way but then decided that he would remove his pants by running from the lounge to the front door and back to try and make them fall down around his ankles.

When this method seemed a little slow he decided it would be better to jump up and down on the spot.

He was right, but it was even better when he decided to pop some Jumping Up And Down Till My Pants Drop music on the electric keyboard. This turned out to be the junior piano classic Fur Elise.

NN3 adjusted the tempo till it sounded like it was being played by The Chipmunks on speed and then he jumped and jumped like all the chickens in hell were pecking at his heels.

And then those pants came down!

18 comments:

pixi said...

Bouncin' Beethoven! Such fun!!!

Calliope said...

awww! How cute.

fisher queen said...

V. cute. How is your sister doing?

Nico said...

So totally adorable!!! Thanks for an early morning chuckle.

cat said...

*belly laugh* great technique!

Spanglish said...

Hmmm... get an aerobic workout and remove clothing in the process. Perhaps I should add it to my routine.

Anonymous said...

I have three naughty nephews as well! The youngest is also 3. I'll have to see whether I can get him to adopt the same technique. He seems to have just learnt "NO!" and getting the clothes off is always a minor war.

Mony said...

Little boys, oh how I adore little boys! NN3 sounds like he's perfected the pants-drop technique,
won't that impress the girls in years to come? ....Picture him at 19....dancing around & OOPS my pants came down...now "That's Dancin' Baby!"

Vacant Uterus said...

You made me laugh so hard...I can just picture my nephews doing the exact same thing.

Juliabohemian said...

are there chickens in hell?

surly girl said...

where do you think chickens come from? with their pecking and their shrivelly feet...

Ova Girl said...

and those nasty little sharp beaks with the nostril holes...

Lin said...

Oh...and as for chickens...don't forget the wattle (that nasty fleshy dependent stuff usually about the head or neck). Of course if you're in Australia, it's an Acacia, right?

And as for your little nephew, big awwwwwwwwwwwwww going on over here. I just love the exuberance of children.

Kyahgirl said...

what a creative little guy!
Fur Elise is my Mom's favorite piece. I used to play it for her on the piano a lot. Now, I can only hear it as the chipmunks would play it!

April said...

Sufficating over here on the cuteness, and I'm half a world away!

Manuela said...

LOVE the description of his hair...

mig bardsley said...

Ooh, the little darling :)

Donna said...

Thanks for your comment on my blog...now you've got me hooked on yet another blog myself! And another Aussie to boot. Damn it all to hell. Oh well, its worth it, you're damn funny.