My grandmother was telling me a story on Valentine’s Day about one of my uncles. He was a strong little guy. One day, they went to visit her parents. My uncle rushed up the steps and through the door to hug his grandpa. Next thing she knew, my uncle was lifting his grandpa in a bear hug.
“You put Grandpa down this instant!”
One of our family’s favorite meals is thinly-sliced chicken (stir fried in Italian salad dressing) on a bed of rice with cucumber cubes. The kids scarf it down! Rice was flying all over the place, Joshua was eating so fast. A piece of rice fell on his shirt and, instead of using his napkin or his fork, he tried to use his mouth, but he couldn’t quite reach it.
“Joshua, don’t lick your armpit at the table!”
And, yet another entry for the Mother of the Year Award: The kids hadn’t been finishing their soda pops and I was tired of throwing away flat coke after it sat in the fridge for days. Pop is a treat, but I don’t want to waste it. They each also had a piece of candy they wanted to eat.
“You can’t have your candy until you’ve drunk all your pop!”
Feel like sharing your never-should-have-been-said stories?
“Don’t lick your armpit” – love it! Isn’t it funny how the silliest things stick with us?