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Driving across a nearly empty highway through a rural area, I was listening to an audio book, DRIVING HEAT, by Richard Castle.   In a rush, I picked it up at our library. I used to watch “Castle” episodes on TV Monday nights after writer’ group. After so much thoughtful stimulus from the writers, the cop show helped me unwind before bed.

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I knew the show’s character, “Richard Castle,” was not the book’s real author.  It had been ghost-written by someone else.  Looking at the audio book’s jacket I thought, The story might still be OK.

In the TV show, Castle was a sort of smart aleck. He was the same in the book.  In the both stories, he was a journalist, doing some investigating. His sleuthing touched on a murder that Nikki Heat, a high-ranking cop and his fiancée, was working on. At one point, Nikki asked him, “So, what were you doing at Lon’s office?”

Castle (named “Rook” in the book) replied, “Puddin’ Tame. Ask me again, I’ll tell you the same…. Journalistic privilege.”

I laughed out loud.  I had not heard that childhood rhyme in decades.  My dad used to recite the whole question/answer bit to me: “What’s you name?” “Puddin’ Tame. Ask me again, I’ll tell you the same.”

As I chuckled, memories flooded back.  I guess my dad was a sort of smart aleck, too!   Not that I recall a specific question I posed, but Daddy’s grin and “smarty” reply came often enough that I remember it to this day.

That rhyme made about as much sense as “Mares eat oats and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy…” Another song/rhyme I often heard as a kid.  It made no sense!

I always understood the first line. That sounded like English, but the second line, always sounded like gibberish:”… akiddlededivy too, wouldn’t you?”   What’s a “kiddlededivy”?    When I asked, all I got was a laugh.

Later, when I was a young woman, a song about that rhyme became popular and I heard an explanation for the childhood gibberish:  “… If the words sound strange and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jive-y, it’s mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy….” I felt as if someone turned on the light.  THAT’S what the words were!

Maybe it was a common family game/joke between parents and children. I was a very literal child and didn’t “get” jokes.

Hearing “Puddin’ Tame” led me to revisit my dad’s attempts to “play” a word game with me.

I am blessed.





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