"La cu-ca-ra-cha, La cu-ca-ra-cha!" You can sing it, "La cu-ca-ra-cha, La cu-ca-ra-cha!", and, picture it. Here he comes! At shoulder heightl, he's shaking maracas!
Short, stout, young, excited, using newly found walking legs he comes stepping around the corner of the kitchen's pony wall happily shaking a pair of spice jars, one in each hand. Spice jars? Yes, spice jars. The peppercorns and mustard seeds make great rattles for one happy little toddler.
This wasn't Master Jacob's first foray into my cupboards. Earlier he pulled out a couple bottles of vinegar and rolled them this way and that like rolling pins on dough. I figured he was thirsty 'cause he picked up one and upended it like a bottle of milk. Shew, still screwed! He hasn't mastered removing a cap yet!
With a sippy cup of water from GrammyPam, Jacob stayed sitting there patting a vinegar bottle like a pet dog.
This isn't my first repurcussion for switching cabinet contents. Where Jacob found the spices is where I used to keep pots and pans. A few years back, I switched them. Clinton, Jacob's dad, was still living at home and upset at the time.
For many months after, he would complain, "22 years the cereal's been in the pantry! 22 years!" ROFL. Even though today he has his own home and family he's just now getting used to my switch.
This day he looked at his son Jacob, looked at me, and shook his head. Jacob can shake his spice, Clinton can shake his head, but I'm a mind reader, and I could read his thoughts, ROFL, "22 years! 22 years!"
"Everybody! Maracas high! Sing it, "La cu-ca-ra-cha, la cu-ca-ra-cha"!
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