honkSQUEAK

jamie read the title of
the story she was about to read to my shorties
from her book of scary tales.

"listen to the way ms. jamie
uses her voice. she makes her
voice sound very scary.
she is really great at it!"

jamie asked me if i believe in ghosts.

i answered, "yes."

she told us all about the ghosts
that frequent her aunt's house
that is next to a graveyard.

hands shot up into the air
as the shorties made connections
to their own life experiences.

my shortie-of-sweetness
shared the following:
"one day, when i was home alone
in my room, i heard a very strange noise.
it went, "honkSQUEAK, honkSQUEAK, honkSQUEAK!!!'
(note: "squeak" was said a little louder and at a higher pitch than the "honk")

we asked what happened next.

"well. i was scared cuz it sounded just like
my bed does when i jump on it...but i wasn't
moving! and then i heard it again!
honkSQUEAK, honkSQUEAK, honkSQUEAK!
it was really loud!"

at this point, i put my head down on my desk
to hide the fact that i had tears rolling down my face
from laughing so hard.

he kept saying, "honkSQUEAK, honkSQUEAK, honkSQUEAK!"

jamie leaned over and quietly whispered to me,
"i don't think he was alone."

as i ran out of the room so that i could laugh openly,
i heard my shortie-of-sweetness respond to the
questions of what-he-did-next.
"i ran into the living room and turned the t.v. on
and it finally stopped."

honkSQUEAK, honkSQUEAK, honkSQUEAK!

hee.
out of the mouths of babes.