As a little girl there was a singular word in my vocabulary that could - when repeated in slow, menacing tones - send me running, screaming and shrieking ... in delight!
Michael would climb onto Dad's back and chase his poor, defenseless sister (that would be me!) around the house while terrorizing her with the all-fearful chant of "Wooba! Wooba! Wooba!"
I would shriek. I would run. Dad (with Michael on board) would chase on all fours.
And Mom would predictably warn, "Skip, they just ate...!" (though I'm pretty sure none of us ever threw up.)
Fast forward 30+ years.
I am cleaning up dinner dishes, and Bill and the boys are playing loudly and crazily in the living room, through the dining room, around the kitchen and back again.
Bill is chasing them. The boys are running, screaming and shrieking ... in delight!
Parker climbs on Bill's back, and before I can stop myself I call out, "Bill, they just ate...!"
[Sigh]
The Wooba Wooba Monster has been reincarnated in Smyrna, Ga.
And I have become my mother.
4 comments:
Oh man, I can sooooooo relate to that! LOL!
Don't get too comfortable - dad and i could be right behind you at any moment! (though could you imagine the sight of the two of us trying that now? Lotsa pulled muscles, i'd imagine).
Whoops! That was supposed to be posted by "Michael."
LOL! Woomba Woomba must be genetic, I was doing this just last night.
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