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Went shopping with my sister wyckhurst yesterday which actually turned out to be a lot of fun...not the weary resignation of errands that I thought it was going to be. Yay for the internet where she got to research things a little bit before we braved the stores. Wound up with two pair of pants, two shirts, a jacket and a pair of shoes. Yay!

Now I confess, usually when I "dress nice," I feel like I'm more in costume than an actual reflection of me...but that mentality isn't always so bad. It's like being in a play. If you fake it, everyone else around you will buy it. Eventually, you buy it yourself.

Something funny though with the nephew. I wore my redwing work boots when I went to my sisters house. The nephew and niece know that if I wear those shoes we can play "Giants." They like to stand on my shoes, I hold their hands and we slowly walk around. I think it is "Giant" to them because they are standing a little taller, we are slow and clumsy and hey, that's what I called it when we first played.

Rrarrr!!!

Usually when standing on my shoes S likes me to sing from Jack's song from Into the Woods.
We step with each word:
There...are...big...tall...terrible...awesome...scary...wonderful...giants...in the...skyyyyyy!!!!

Yesterday however he said he wanted to say what Giants say. I was confused for a second. What giants say? What DO Giants say?

Ah! Illumination!

The Giant's Poem

"FEE...FIE...FOE...FUM..."
(I think for a minute. It has been a while since I have told this story. Yes...)
"I smell the blood of a ..."
( I pause... let's make this personal...
I say my nephew's name and tack on,)
"SON..."
at the end to work the rhyme.

We step with each word.
"I...will...GRIND...his...BONES...
To...make...my...BREAD..."

(I can't remember the next line. Ad lib..)
"I'll be ...(uhhh...) FAT... and he'll be..."
(I stop, afraid of where I have taken the poem. He is a very sensitive little boy and I do not want to scare him. I rack my brain trying to come up with a rhyme when S says in a hilarious "trying to be deep and dark voice" which is a scream coming from a 7 year old.

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Went shopping with my sister <lj user="wyckhurst"> yesterday which actually turned out to be a lot of fun...not the weary resignation of errands that I thought it was going to be. Yay for the internet where she got to research things a little bit before we braved the stores. Wound up with two pair of pants, two shirts, a jacket and a pair of shoes. Yay!

Now I confess, usually when I "dress nice," I feel like I'm more in costume than an actual reflection of me...but that mentality isn't always so bad. It's like being in a play. If you fake it, everyone else around you will buy it. Eventually, you buy it yourself.

Something funny though with the nephew. I wore my redwing work boots when I went to my sisters house. The nephew and niece know that if I wear those shoes we can play "Giants." They like to stand on my shoes, I hold their hands and we slowly walk around. I think it is "Giant" to them because they are standing a little taller, we are slow and clumsy and hey, that's what I called it when we first played.

<img src="http://www.tg-studios.com/ljpix/giant.jpg" alt="Rrarrr!!!">

Usually when standing on my shoes S likes me to sing from Jack's song from Into the Woods.
We step with each word:
<b>There...are...big...tall...terrible...awesome...scary...wonderful...giants...in the...skyyyyyy!!!!</b>

Yesterday however he said he wanted to say what Giants say. I was confused for a second. What giants say? What DO Giants say?

Ah! Illumination!
<center>
<b><u>The Giant's Poem</u></b>

<b>"FEE...FIE...FOE...FUM..."</b>
(I think for a minute. It has been a while since I have told this story. Yes...)
<b>"I smell the blood of a ..."</b>
( I pause... let's make this personal...
I say my nephew's name and tack on,)
<b> "SON..." </b>
at the end to work the rhyme.

We step with each word.
<b>"I...will...GRIND...his...BONES...
To...make...my...BREAD..." </b>
(I can't remember the next line. Ad lib..)
<b>"I'll be ...</b>(uhhh...)<b> FAT... and he'll be..." </b>
(I stop, afraid of where I have taken the poem. He is a very sensitive little boy and I do not want to scare him. I rack my brain trying to come up with a rhyme when S says in a hilarious "trying to be deep and dark voice" which is a scream coming from a 7 year old.

<font=+1><b>"GONNNEEEEEE!!!!"</b></font>
</center>
My brother in law heard me and laughed just as hard as I did. He loved it. We did it a few more times...and <b>"Gone"</b> got replaced with <b>"Digested!" </b>

S doesn't seem to understand the line is supposed to rhyme....and I am fine with that.
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