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The formation or use of words such as buzz or murmur that imitate sounds associated with objects or actions they refer to.
Zzzz! Zzzz! Zzzz! "Wake up sleepy head, today is Saturday. Rahkeem, get up it's 9:00 a.m. and we have lots to accomplish today." Blah, blah, blah, Mommy babbled on. "Get up and wash your face and brush your teeth." "Mommy, I don't want to get out of bed. I want to remain sleep. I'm tired," I groggily stated!
"Well, if you stay asleep you will slumber through the day at Auntie's house", mommy slyly added.
Auntie's house, Auntie's house? Today? This weekend? Mommy hadn't mentioned this tidbit of information. Had she been pre-occupied with work that she'd failed to mention these things to her only son? I need to call that job and tell them they are working the memory away from my mommy! Mommy probably needs a pill or two of that gino-go-lo-bo (Ginkgo biloba)! You know that stuff Nana tells Papa he needs, because he tends to forget things all the time!
Thrusting my Transformer comforter off my eager body, I sprung up from the bed like Optimus Prime ready for battle. Leaping over the scattered toys laying randomly over the floor, I maneuvered my body by not stepping on my Chicken Little stuffed animal, Optimus Prime and Mega Tron fighting toys, or my wet paint project I was told to place on top of my reading desk to dry. Trying to regain my balance and steady my fast moving feet, I slipped on my Lunchroom Delight book that was left on the floor last night.
Zooming on top of the book like a surfer in Maui performing a hang-ten, while screaming, "what time are we leaving for auntie's house", I drifted all the way to my mother. I continued," I have lots to do and I don't want to forget anything. What time is Auntie expecting us?
Mother glared at me with those parenting eyes. "Why are you sliding through the house on one of your reading books that should have been placed on the bookshelf? Tell me why is that wet artwork stuck to the bottom of your sock"? "Is this an indicator that your room isn't clean after I conveyed to you to clean and organize it last night? Huh, Mommy grunted angrily."
Mother's questions came consecutively; I couldn't keep up with trying to answer them. Disregarding the questions, "when are we leaving for Auntie's house?" I asked. While glaring and screeching at me mom retorted, "when you organize that disaster of a room and pack your things."
She didn't have to tell me twice. Whizz, whoop! Swiftly I reversed the wave ride of tile, book, and art work directly to the pigsty of a room.
Boy oh boy! Zip, zoom my hands and feet were as fast as the speed of light getting cleaned and organized as I was instructed.
In five minutes flat my room was spotless! All items pushed under the bed and stuffed on the right side of the closet, done! My room was organized and clean. Mommy never said how to organize it. Clothes and shoes were shoved in the closet, toys and books slid under the bed, perfectly organized!
Packing my bag is a cinch! All I need are two items, my swimming trunks and my life vest. Not sure why I require a life vest, because I swim laps in the kiddy pool just fine. I grabbed it anyway, because mom said so.
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