The Hockety-Bom-Bomb

Maya has so many ways of showing her exuberance and general joy of living and a lot of the time she does that with her amazing vocabulary. She likes words and she likes to know what they mean and she likes to mess around with them. She also like to move. She's got ants in her pants most of the time. One of her favorite things to do is to combine this love of words and movement -- and when she does, she calls it the hockety-bom-bomb. (how do I know how to spell it? I'm guessing!) Instructions? Your hands go in the air, your rear end is stuck out as far as you can get it, and you shake that behind till you can't shake it any more.

Last night Natalie, the kiddoes and I had a fast dinner at Donn's BBQ in our neighborhood. Donn's is not fancy but it's close and the food is wonderful. (you do come away smelling like a smokehouse, but I don't find that to be such a bad thing!) We had our dinner, managed to get the kiddoes to have a few veggies, (despite Maya's protests that the green beans 'had prickles, just like cactus!' -- they didn't!) meats and mac and cheese and then were on our way out the door. I told Maya that she had done a great job on her dinner. Her response? "Well, Grandma, then you should do the hockety-bom-bomb!" (it has been used often as a sort of celebration dance which explains that response).

I was up for the challenge. I stuck out my rear end, threw my hands in the air and did a great version of the hockety-bom-bomb (if I do say so myself!) -- right at the front door where (un-noticed by me - I was busy gettin' down!) several ladies were on their way in. They were very taken with the hockety-bom-bomb and I'm sure would have hung around for a lesson if I hadn't been in a hurry to get the heck out.

Bottom line? Apparently I will do the hockety-bomb-bom anytime I am commanded to. Anything for any one of our kiddoes! Any time. No matter what. (even with a red face!)