The other day, I was standing in the bathroom in a state of what the French call “deshabillement.”* (I was drying off after a shower.)
My grandson ran into the room and checked out the view. Then he started speaking what sounded like a combination of…oh, I don’t know. Maybe Russian and Afrikaans.
“Zhaykin debootie, Mimi!” he cried earnestly. “Zhaykin debootie!”
I can understand almost everything he says now, but this one had me stumped.
“What, honey?” I asked, puzzled.
With more emphasis: “ZHAYKIN DEBOOTIE!!! Zhaykin debootie, Mimi! Zhaykin debootie!!!”
He was getting more and more frustrated at my inability to comprehend.
I moved closer to him and said, “I’m sorry, James. I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.”
Becoming frantic, he screamed, “ZHAY-KIN-DE-BOOTIE! ZHAY-KIN-DE-BOOTIE, MIMI!!!”
For emphasis, he reached up and gave me a little spank.
Suddenly, like a spontaneous revelation, the interpretation of the strange tongue was received.
I laughed so hard that it scared James.
To make up for it, I had to oblige him.
But he’s right.
Sometimes, no matter what,
you just need to
...Shake, shake, shake…shake, shake, shake
SHAKE YOUR BOOTY! SHAKE YOUR BOOTY!!!
(But I’m going to kill whoever taught him to say that.)
(* “naked,” or, as we say in Georgia, “nekkid.”)
"God has brought me laughter, and everyone who hears about this will laugh with me." (Genesis:21:6)
“He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy.” (Job 8:21)
“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.” (Proverbs 17:22 kjv)