Bamboozling Our Children
We decided on hand signals.
They got sillier each day.
Pretending to speak to each other.
Stroking our imaginary beards.
Sometimes we cawed or tweeted.
It drove our children bananas.
We did this in self-defense.
It frustrated them, causing them to leave.
It was the only way we could talk.
Have adult conversation
Without being interrupted
by our children.
Sure, they pout a bit,
but within ten minutes most of them are back.
So, it doesn’t permanently traumatize them.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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