One day five year old Isaiah is sitting on grandmothers porch off her wing of our house. He is just sitting on the stairs thinking, and I bring grandmother outside (this is when she was still walking, and getting around, but her mind is still ravaged by alzheimers). She walks past Isaiah and starts to go down the stairs in front of him. Just for background here, grandmother is a southern lady. Manners are very important indeed. We never say butt, poopoo fart, etc. (Speaking from experience here). Here is the dialogue from this point:
Isaiah: (In his slow southern drawl) "Grandmother, git yer butt out of mah face."
Grandmother: (In her very stern and angry voice) "Young man don't you EVER say that again, or I'll pull evey hair out of your head, do you hear me?!!"
Isaiah: "Well, yer butt was in mah face." ( for the best effect here, you really do have to hear the slow, deliberate, dead serious, Eeyore voice.)
I guess he wasn't too scared of grandma...
Good thing for Isaiah, he didn't have to be scared. By the time I scolded him, she had already forgotten he said it! Otherwise, I would have a picture of bald Isaiah to go with this story!
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9 comments:
Is that what happened to Joe?
Oh, the blessings of dementia.
Sadly hilarious.
ps I think you might have just given Paul a name idea for his next mule baby.
Hey Shellie! Get yer butt outa mah face!
Will I be bald now? Good thing I am 6000 miles away from you.
PS....PiP, did you mean something like....s *ss y boy for the mule baby....shame on you. I will have to get a SiL give you some vinagar.
We'all could use some of those Southern manners. Joe must have sassed his ma one too many times. Maybe your dad sassed his ma back in the good ole days when people were taught manners. There were three young black children who came to church yesterday and there was a lot of "yes ma'am and yessir" in the conversation we had after sacrament meeting - so pleasant. Love WoW
Yeah, at least he didn't say 'get yer a*s out of my face.
Thanks for a good laugh. This is hilarious.
That is one of my favorite stories of him! That and the one about the lake. Do tell!
Thanks for the great laughs.
That was pretty funny! I'm glad Isaiah's not bald! :0)
That is one thing I quite like about TX is that they teach kids to respect their "elders" (anyone older than them, not necessarily elderly) and say yes, ma'am and yes, sir--said like they actually mean it respectfully, not like you would hear it in CA with a sassy attitude!
I remember on my mission a teenage boy I taught in my first area saying yes, ma'am to me, and I felt so old. I remember thinking something to the effect of, "I'm too young to be this old!" :-)
I could totally picture his saying this! What a laugh I just had :)
Shellie,
I laughed so hard that Justin pooped his pants. I'll keep that name in mind for the next mule...
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