I think about my grandma Delpha. She used to curl my hair. She'd loop my hair into the hot iron, and count down, saying, "1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, big, fat, hen!" Then she'd move onto the next lock of hair. When I saw her last, she was still reciting this little ditty to cull the monotony of head-of-hair curling. I find myself doing it occasionally for a little giggle. And not just when I'm curling my hair.
So, if you hear me, you know what's up.