Suck on that!

“Honestly Madz! You're such a sucker!” offers my worldly wise pal. [translation = American]

{And there was me thinking that it was only Brits who contracted people’s name to a single syllable!}

In the background I hear a debate in the family room, first echolalic and then deliberate.
“Mummy is a sucker?”
“No, she is…..suck ….her, you dumbass!”
“A suck her?”
“Yeah, she not a suck him coz she is dah wimmins!”
“Oh right!”
“Mummy is a suck her, Mummy is a suck her, Mummy is a suck her.” It sounds vaguely normal, in a most disconcertingly offbeat manner.
“What it is?”
“What?”
“What it is dah ‘suck her’?”
“I don know.”
“Mummy is dah bad suck her.”
“Yeah she don suck no good.”
“Wonky.”
“Yeah wonky teef.”


I don’t think I have often heard my children discuss me. Still you never hear anything good about yourself if you ear wig. Maybe I exist afterall?
“Mummy is a bad suck her, Mummy is a bad suck her, Mummy is a bad suck her,” they chorus and giggle. They add their own sucking noises to punctuate the spaces and display their prowess. I wonder if anyone else is listening?

“So you really think that's gonna work!” I return my attention to my pal, although I feel a tad uncertain of my ground.
“Yes. Absolutely. It is the perfect solution. Background noise. White noise. It's exactly what they need to send them off into blissful sleep.”
She peers at the controls, “You really think sticking them in a room with that thing, that thing that makes waterfall sounds is good for them? He'll think he's drowning, you'll traumatize the little guy.” I look at the options, “I don't suppose 'rain' will do it either?” I mumble. “It does have volume control and a timer!”

“Maybe you could rip that chip out of the machine and install it in the kids?” As always, she has a valid point.
“I'm sure I saw the 'guaranteed' words somewhere.”
“Guaranteed to what though? Make you poorer!”
“Money back!”

“So what's the theory, come on! Tell me, give me a laugh!”
“Don't be so scathing, I've put a lot of thought into this purchase.”
“Oh yeah, like you're the Queen of research or what!”
“Sarcasm doesn't become you! Can’t you go back to being a nice American again?”
“You’ve gotta stop generalizing about Americans, it’s unhealthy!” [translation = my personal translator of all things American with the bonus of psychobabble speak]
“Well, anyway. It's like this. Firstly, it's a plug in not batteries, so it won't run out of omph in the middle of the night and send them all bazzy.”
“True, but the 60 minute timer means that they'll be awake on the hour to turn it back on again.”
“There is that possibility if you're being negative.”
“Realistic!”


“Whatever. Anyway, the 'noise' will mean that it'll drown out junior's motor mouth which is driving his brother barmey.”
“You don't think that the noise of the machine together with motor mouth might just send him over the edge?”
“Can you turn yourself back into a positive minded American again please?”
“Stop generalizing!”
“Anyway, next there are a choice of sounds to meet different people's perspectives.”
“O.k. so assuming you discount the rain, the waterfall, the rainforest which is also bound to be a bit drippy and the ocean. Far too much water all round for that OCD little guy. So what does that leave you with?”

“Er, heartbeat and summer night.”
“Have you forgotten we live in California? Every night is a summer night, just open the windows.”
“Heartbeat?”
“Sure!” [translation = I’m sure that note of derision is growing.] “You know those nights that you can't sleep yourself? What can you hear?”
“Er my heartbeat, pulse and breathing?”
“Do you find it helps?”
“Er no,…… it makes it worse.”
“Do you still have the packing and the receipt?”
“Ah…..well…….you see…”
“You Europeans don’t have a monopoly on saving the planet you know! We Americans file our receipts first and then recycle.”
I would appear that I need to practice my sequencing skills.

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