“This is my son Nutty Ding-a-Ling,” Ditsy said with pride in her eyes. But as soon as she finished saying “Ling,” I felt and heard a loud crack, crunch, crack on top of my noggin.

“Do you know why they call me Nutty?” he asked. I answered, “I think …” But before I could say another word, I heard and felt a crack, crunch, bam-wham-pop, zippity-zip-bonk on my head.

“Uh huh, now do you know why they call me Nutty?” Looking down on the floor, I noticed there were all kinds of broken nutshells.

“A-hah! I know it. Now, I know why they call you Nutty. Is it because you love to give bumpity bumps ? ” I had a know-it-all look on my face.

“That's right, that's right. Who told you? How did you guess? Do you want to break some nuts on my head? Do you, do you, do you? Do you wanna play the Bumpity Bump game?”

I admired Nutty and was so thrilled to have learned a new game. And in my heart, I knew that I could be just as nutty as Nutty .