You know how people have different ways of expressing that they didn’t hear something you said? There’s the classic, “What?” the “Pardon?” and the “Come again?”
Apparently in Texas they have their own expression for this situation.
I was in the Dallas airport, ordering food, and the woman taking my order said something I didn’t understand. This resulted in an overly lengthy, somewhat comedic exchange.
I said, “What?”
She said her thing again.
I still didn’t catch it. Whatever she said made no sense in my brain. And her bit of accent wasn’t helping either of us. I was forced to say, yet again, “What?” Read the rest of this entry
My stomach hurts just looking at this.
My oldest was watching an educational video about flatworms. Yum! I watched the starfish one with her, but let her handle this video on her own. I had dinner to consider, after all.
When it was over she came to give me her report. This is what she learned about flatworms:
“Mommy, did you know that flatworms are both male and female? And when they mate, they fight each other. The loser has to Read the rest of this entry
I don’t want to hear any comments from you, kid.
I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted. Several of my blog friends were kind enough to post at the beginning of the summer that they would be taking the summer off. Using that as a good excuse for my laziness, I decided to take the summer off too, without bothering to say anything about it (as I didn’t have a good excuse like they did). But now I’ve got a story I just have to share:
My husband took our girls to their cousins’ house to go swimming. His sister-in-law’s parents were there watching the youngest of the eight grandchildren while their mom took the rest to–get this–a larger swimming pool. Anyhow, the in-laws told my husband that one of their darling grandsons walked up to his grandfather and asked what that strange line was between his chin and lower lip. Grandfather calmly explained that it was called a wrinkle.
“My dad doesn’t have those,” the little boy informed him.
Then he turned to his grandmother who only wished she was going to get a comment regarding one of her wrinkles. Instead, he exclaimed, Read the rest of this entry
I’d hate to see what an image of the alternative would look like.
My two-year-old daughter’s favorite song these days is Jingle Bells. She sings it all the time and has started experimenting with alternate lyrics. At Mass on Sunday, during the readings when everyone is attentively listening to the word of God, she looked up at me and said, Read the rest of this entry