Then, we took a five thousand mile road trip. (No. Really.) Somewhere just after the Colorado border, the boys began to whisper a secret phrase to each other . They repeated that particular phrase over and over in the midst of a thousand giggles. Soon the whispers turned into indoor voices. Over time, the indoor voices morphed into outdoor voices. As we neared Denver, their outdoor voices quickly escalated to shouts and peels of laughter. My husband and I were beginning to develop headaches. Hopefully, there would be a strong tail wind behind our car that would propel us to the next stop in our journey. Unfortunately, a traffic jam began that slowed us down to nearly a crawl.
However, the traffic jam did not put a damper on the boys shouts and laughter. They screamed that phrase at the top of their lungs. I was pretty sure I would dream about this phrase in the middle of the night. My husband pleaded with the boys. "Guys. Be quiet." The pleas soon became shouts of desperation. "Be quiet! I need to concentrate!" The traffic was bad and people were beginning to develop road rage. Yet, all we could hear was their secret phrase. "Scarm! Scarm! Det e one!!"
Scarm. Scarm. Det e one. Does anyone know the meaning of that phrase? The boys won't tell me when I ask. I don't think they know what it means. I think they just like the off beat rhythm of the phrase. They whisper it. They shout it. They chase each other while screaming it. They repeated it for days as we drove across the flat plains, around dry mesas, over the Continental Divide, down winding mountain roads, and across desolate deserts. We would whiz past roaring rivers, thick pine forests, tall ocean cliffs, enormous Sequoias, and prickly Joshua trees all while hearing the phrase. "Scarm! Scarm! Det e one!"
Now, you might say. "Why didn't you just hand them each a DVD player or your smart phones?" Ahh! We don't have all that stuff. We just expected the children to play while we drove. Well, our children exceeded our expectations.
Right now, it's September. I've finally grown used to the phrase. "Scarm. Scarm. Det e one." Sometimes, I use it in jokes when talking to my family. The kids think I'm weird. My husband laughs hysterically or eyeballs me with a stinky eye. The phrase is being repeated less often now. We're grateful. Yet every now and then, the phrase makes an appearance.
The other day, Son #1 ran up to me with a serious look on his face. He whispered in my ear. "Mom, I have something important to tell you."
I leaned over and asked. "What is it?"
Son #1 stepped back with a smirk on his face and yelled. "Scarm! Scarm!! Det e one!!!"
Oooh, little boy! I'll get you and your puppy dog, too!