When my second daughter was born, she loved to squirm around because she was curious and wanted to see what was happening outside of the warm, dark, fluid-filled place she used to live. Talking with my then-wife, I said, "she sure is a little wiggle pickle, isn't she?"
Wiggle Pickle stuck. People who know her well will call her Pickle, which sometimes confuses the grandkids. When she graduated college last year, I did my duty as a proud father and bellowed out, "Love you, Wiggle Pickle" as she walked by. All of her friends (and half of the stadium) heard it and she blushed a bright red, shaking a fist at me and laughing. One of my best Dad moments.
Pickle and I got to sending each other joke gifts at random times. She got me a remote butt-wiping wand. And I got her a Yodeling Pickle (YP).
Yes, you read that right.
Available on Amazon, the YP is a realistic plastic pickle that will yodel loudly when you press a button. Did I mention loudly? This thing channels Slim Whitman. I sent it to her as soon as I discovered this thing of green, bumpy beauty. She had a great laugh when she opened it. Then my two year-old grandson heard it and just HAD TO HAVE IT!
He stole it away and makes it yodel all the time. The last time I was there I switched out the batteries with some premium ones that should last for six months. When he gets on the phone to yell, "LOVE YOU, PAPA," I always ask him to play me the pickle noise, which he dutifully does.
Being a grandpa sure is a lot of fun.
Inspired by JD's node
Stasik says: You're Weird Al aren't you? :)