Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

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.

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L Milton Hankins January 12, 2022 at 9:27 AM Amazingly effective, I think. I can recall doing that when our children were small. Caren Krutsinger January 12, 2022 at 11:15 PM You have to do what you have to do!

Kim Rodrigues January 11, 2022 at 7:54 PM Lol..stroking our imaginary beards! Good one! Caren Krutsinger January 12, 2022 at 11:15 PM We still do that and we say "the beard knows" - our children scream when we do it.

Gershon Wolf January 11, 2022 at 6:07 PM Good training for a 3rd base coach, I'd say. Then you can make money for 'bamboozling' the opposition. (Love that word!) Smiles, Gershon Caren Krutsinger January 12, 2022 at 11:15 PM I don't want to be a coach ever again - I coached girls soccer.

M. L. Kiser January 11, 2022 at 4:54 PM Oh boy, well, if it was fun. Caren Krutsinger January 12, 2022 at 11:16 PM It surely was. And it got them out of the room. That was the main goal.

John Lawless January 11, 2022 at 8:13 AM It sounds like a "living emoji dance".... Caren Krutsinger January 11, 2022 at 1:07 PM This is what it used to be. It doesn't work on them any more But now they are doing it to their own children.

Shirley Hawkins January 10, 2022 at 9:42 PM Waved our hands, blinked, nodded, coughed, winked. That language is endless. Loved this, Thank you, Caren. Caren Krutsinger January 11, 2022 at 1:07 PM Thank you Shirley