Last night, while in the bath, I joked to the boyz: "You know, if you stay in the bath too long, your hands will get all shriveled
(I'm not above employing scare tactics to get them to abide by my will.)
(Hey, whatever works.)
Middle's and Baby's eyes peered up at me seriously.
I kept on rambling: "You know, like how Violet Beauregarde became a blueberry in the chocolate factory!"
"So if you guys don't listen when I tell you to get out of the tub, you'll turn into prunes! And then the Oompa-Loompas will come and start singing about you!"
Needless to say, their little bodies scurried out of the tub with minimal complaints.
And our nightly routine carried on.
BUT THEN, this evening, Baby was instructed to wash his hands before dinner.
After cleansing, he came out of the bathroom and approached me, his hands still dripping wet, his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.
"Momma, if I get my hands wet, will dey get all crinkly and 'den turn into prunes?"
I replied, "No buddy" (not even calling to mind our previous evening's conversation).
"Okay. Because I don't want Oompa-Loompas to come and take me."
AND THEN, guess who was crying in his bed tonight?
About...you guessed it, frigging OOMPA-LOOMPAS.
(Note to self: Refrain from discussing creepy orange-faced singing midgets in front of the children.)
(Another note to self: Don't let Baby watch Wizard of Oz anytime soon.)
So does this song stick in your head like it does mine?
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-do
I have a perfect puzzle for you
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-dee
If you are wise, you'll listen to me
What do you get when you guzzle down sweets?
Eating as much as an elephant eats
What are you at getting terribly fat?
What do you think will come of that?
I don't like the look of it
Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-da
If you're not greedy, you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doom-pa-dee-do