That Little One is Funny

Maya was singing, “If you poop, you have to wipe yours butt,” to the tune of the Veggie Tales theme song all day yesterday. And then last night we had major storms and tornado warnings. I don’t think it’s a coincidence. She’s been checking out CDs from the library lately and she must have grabbed a whole stack from the kids’ gospel section because she has the Veggie Tales one and about 3 other kids’ greatest worship and gospel thingies. I thought it was totally random that she pulled CDs from that section, but now I think she checked them out for the sole purpose of making bathroom joke parodies out of the songs. She knows Christians hate that shit. And God punished us with bad storms. God always knows what your filthy little heart is up to.

The title of this post is a shout out to Bryan’s dementia-addled grandmother who lives with my in-laws. A few years ago when she was just starting to go downhill, she would constantly laugh at Maya and say over and over, “That little one is funny! Look at him! There he goes! Look at him! He’s funny!” Maya could be doing something as simple as walking through the living room and Grandma would crack up, which I think means she was seeing into Maya’s soul, and she was trying to tell us that Maya’s very being is funny.

Grandma is still a laugher, but she doesn’t really put words together anymore. When we were visiting there last month, it was really sad to see how far she had deteriorated in less than a year. And, we feel guilty about it, but it was also funny. The deterioration is not funny, but she is a funny, funny lady. She thinks my father-in-law is her husband and she gets jealous when he pays attention to my mother-in-law (her daughter). That’s funny. She can’t get many words out at once, but she managed to call my father-in-law fat when he took food away from her. He is pretty fat. If there is any food within arm’s reach of Grandma, she will put it in her mouth. My father-in-law kind of has the same affliction, so his taking food away from her was a bit hypocritical and I think she knew that, so she called him out on it. That’s funny. She’s just having a little fun with her dementia, that’s all. I think it’s very nice of her to decide to have the funny kind and not the mean kind.

It’s time to get the day going. I think the lightening is all over, but Maya is working on getting the melody to Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus down so I better get out and run before her parody is finished and the lightening starts again.