I'd like to you to meet one of the many finger puppets that live with us. Please meet Biger The Tiger. Be nice to him, because, like Jesus, he's died and come back.
Yes, God help us, it's Funeral Time. I know Cosby did it with the goldfish, and I get to do it with a finger puppet.
Anyway, poor Biger shuffled off his mortal coil on Saturday. I inquired as to the cause of his heartbreaking demise, but the small ones did not elaborate.
"It was just his time to go," Madeleine explained somberly.
A fitting memorial was constructed. Biger was ceremoniously laid to rest on a coaster and covered with a small basket. A bouquet of flowers was placed on top of the basket and the rest of the finger puppets stood honor guard around the bier.
The funeral service began. "Light the candles," the kids begged. I complied. We dimmed the lights.
"You went to Aunt Gene's funeral, Mom," Madeleine said. "So you do this one."
"We gather here today to celebrate the life of...." I began.
"The LIFE?" Madeleine interrupted. "He's DEAD!"
(sigh) I began anew. "We gather here to mourn the passing of Biger the Tiger," I said sadly. "He was a good tiger and always stayed on 'green' at school." (the rating system. green-good, yellow-uh oh, red-pack for reform school).
A few words were said by all and then it was time to close.
"I think we should sing a hymm," I noted. Casting around for one the kids knew, I remembered that they had learned The Friendly Beasts for the Christmas show.
We began.
Jesus our brother, strong and good
Was humbly born in a stable rude
And the friendly beasts around him...
"No!" said Madeleine. "Do it this way..." and two little voices sang
Jesus our Tiger, strong and good
Was humbly born in a...um...jungle!! rude.
And the friendly beasts around him stood,
Jesus Our Tiger, strong and good.
The service ended. By this time I was shaking so hysterically with laughter that I had to bend over and put my arms around Madeleine.
She patted me.
"Great fake cry, Mom," she complimented.
Good news. Biger rose from the dead the next day. However, Fluttery the Butterfly announced she was having heart pains.
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8 comments:
So people raise kids for the comedic value?
No, for the tax breaks. Comedic value is just the icing on the cake.
Can I come over and play too? Your girls sound so incredible and you are too.
Keep up the good work. Love your blog.
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oh my god I love this so much I can hardly contain it. I, too, would have been shaking with laughter. Good thing M thought it was a fake cry.
What a crack up.
hey, I didn't mean to be anonymous. Sorry. I'm still LizC, even though the previous comment doesn't indicate it.
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This has been rapidly becoming my new favorite blog, and this entry did it. It's official! I call it MNFB! (Beth D. from Maud-L)
oh my goodness i snorted my soda. this is TOO much! i love the way you write! where have you been all my life?
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