An ordinary conversation that suddenly turned very, very bad:
Me: C’mon, Miss Priss. Let’s go. I have several errands to run and I don’t have a lot of time. So whatever you think of how I look, forget it. I’m not changing.
Miss Priss: Ok.
Me: Ready?
Miss Priss: Mom?
Me: What?
Miss Priss: Nothing.
Me: What is it?
Miss Priss: Um, nothing.
Me: I told you, I’m not changing. What is it?
Miss Priss: You look, um…
Me: What???
Miss Priss: Well, if you’re not going to change, don’t worry about it.
Me: Ok. Do I look fat?
Miss Priss: No.
Me: Do I look ridiculous?
Miss Priss: No.
Me: Do I look like, um, what do y’all call it, a poser?*Miss Priss: No. Worse.Me: Ah, geez, just tell me.Miss Priss: Why? It won’t matter.Me: Tell me.Miss Priss: You look like a redneck.[Silence.]Miss Priss: Mom? Can we go?Me: Be right there.Miss Priss: What are you doing?Me: Changing.(*‘Poser’ = kiss of death.)
June 9, 2008 at 10:40 am
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
June 9, 2008 at 11:09 am
hahahahahahahahahahahaha!
BTW, the Civil War is over, too.
*ducks*
June 9, 2008 at 11:37 am
LOLOLOLOL!! My kids have done that to me, too! I pay them NO mind at all!
June 9, 2008 at 11:57 am
Redneck – HA! Kids.
BTW – the Rice University Owls (hey, it’s better than anteaters) are on their way to the College World Series. Just so ya know.
June 9, 2008 at 12:55 pm
Lovely. You should tell us what you were wearing though.
June 9, 2008 at 1:31 pm
Karen, I’ll never make fun of Rice. They are a helluva good baseball team!
June 9, 2008 at 2:41 pm
Come to think of it, I won’t make fun of Anteaters either. They’re darn good — their coach just has a warped view of my state. We’ll see what tonight brings!
June 9, 2008 at 3:37 pm
Hahah . . from the mouths of babes! I’d also like to know what you were wearing!
June 9, 2008 at 5:18 pm
Hmm. Wearing the plaid flannel bodysuit with the flaps *outside* the jeans again?
June 9, 2008 at 7:07 pm
I love Miss Priss.
June 9, 2008 at 11:02 pm
I remember those days. They usually ended with, “Ok, but if you’re going to wear that I’m not walking anywhere near you”.
Kids are so nice.
June 10, 2008 at 1:16 pm
I’m betting it was the wifebeater and mullet that did you in.
June 10, 2008 at 7:06 pm
Hilarious! Leave it to her to put things in perspective. I remember the first time I ever felt self-conscious with no shirt. My daughter innocently made reference to my “boobs jiggling” when I ran. I did push-ups every day for a year after that.