...and how is your hoshgoshbinggoshaway?
That's what I asked myself this afternoon on the way home from school.
Then it dawned on me; my hoshgoshbinggoshaway is truly endangered. It's highly likely that it will go into extinction. If I do not sit down this moment and write this post, it might never breathe again.
My daddy loved to ask kids this question. He loved the quizzical look given and the bitty bit of stuttering around before they replied with "Wha--at?" He would usually repeat the question and continuing rousting about to gain various degrees of agitation from the kiddo. The conversation would generally end with kid-giggles and genuine smiley-ness from my dad.
The daddy of the kid-Bonnie (or Boo Kay) had a generally sunny attitude. He would sing silly made- up lyrics to tunes that only he knew. You couldn't help but feel happy when he was singing his tunes. He would sing happy little ditties and call out "Rise and Shine! Bright-eyed and bushy tailed!" every morning as he woke us to a breakfast, ready and waiting on the table, of eggs, bacon, toast and homemade jelly. (Yes, my dad fixed breakfast every morning, but mom made the jelly during the summer.)
Not really a lot of meat to this post. Just a stab at keeping our hoshgoshbinggoshaways from moving to a point of no return... the never-never land of no one remembers...or even knew of such things! I'm joining Dr. Seuss' Lorax as he proclaims, "Unless!!" Unless someone cares and does things differently, the truffala trees will become extinct. Unless someone (maybe me?) cares and tells about hoshgoshbinggoshaway, it will become like the truffala trees...gone, gone, gone.
Ask a child (or grownup) today about his/her hoshgoshbinggoshaway.
That may save it.
Live, Love, Laugh!
Smile.
