Have you ever had a case of the dropsy doodles? Do you know what it means? Well let me tell you a true story about your Grand Mother Nagyi, who came down with a terrible case of the Dropsy Doodles. We were about your age just around 6 or 7.
Well it happened one evening after supper, while Nagyi was putting the dishes away and cleaning the kitchen; Apu brought us into our room to read us our bedtime story. As we were settling down on our bed we heard a tremendous CRASH A BING A BANG coming from the kitchen. We all rushed over to see what kind of disaster had befallen Nagyi. There she was with a surprised look on her face looking at the floor where a dinner plate had dropped and was smashed to bits. All you all right? we asked in unison. She said she was and Apu helped her clean up the mess and we went back to our story.
The next evening again as we were settling down to our nightly story we heard another CRASH A BING A BANG coming from the kitchen. Oh no we all said and rushed into the kitchen. There was Nagyi looking at the floor where a glass had shattered into a million pieces. “Don’t come in” said Nagyi and she proceeded to clean up the mess.
Well the next night instead of preparing for our story, we sat in our room and waited and sure enough another CRASH A BING A BANG came from the kitchen, we knew something was going to happen but we weren’t prepared for this one, Nagyi had dropped a huge pot of spaghetti and meat sauce all over the kitchen. There was meat sauce on the floor and on the walls and as we looked up there was meat sauce dripping from the ceiling. Poor Nagyi was very upset and she was starting to cry. We all put our arms around her while she was sobbing saying what is wrong with me I can’t seem to stop dropping things what is the matter? Well Apu at this point had figured it out and he said in his usual reassuring way, I think I know what the problem is. what you have is a case of the Dropsy Doodles!
Oh No! we all screamed Nagyi started to sob… what a terrible disease – do I have to go to the Hospital? Will I live? What about the children? Who will take care of them? Wait a minute what is the Dropsy Doodles anyway?….. Apu said calmly, as is his usual way, nothing as serious as that, the cure is simple, all you have to do is to look where you are putting things, and take your time. Try it and see what will happen. Nagyi thought a bit and said yes I will. We cleaned up the mess and all went to bed happy, knowing that we had found a solution – we hoped.
The next night after supper we all went into our bedroom and waited with Apu and do you know what happened – nothing. So we had our story and went to sleep.
The next evening after supper we again went to our room and Apu read us a story and you know what happened? That’s right – nothing.
Well the third night after supper we went to hear our bedtime story and do you know what we heard? CRASH A BING A BANG coming from the kitchen. Oh No! we sighed together and rushed into the kitchen expecting the worst but all we found was Nagyi with a pot in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other with a great big wide grin on her face and she said with great delight I have been cured of the Dropsy Doodles. So now you know what to do if you ever contract a case of the Dropsey Doodles is to just look where you are putting things and take your time!
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