Those Words Will Come Back to Haunt You

Little G has really started to pick up words. He says lots and lots of things… Cook, Broke, Stuck, Da-eee (daddy), Coco, Papa, Apple Juice, etc.

Two days ago, Little G pointed to a spoon on TV and said “Fork!” Sort of. 3 of the letters were correct anyway…

This got me thinking about all the stories my mom has told me over the years.

My brothers had more difficulty speaking than I did, so most of the stories I heard were about them. (PS there will be some profanity in this post, I just can’t tell the stories without it).

My middle brother used to call my grandfather, grandma… all the time. It used to really bother my grandfather. One day my grandfather, in a frustrated tone, told my brother that his name was grandpa, not grandma and to call him grandpa. My brother responded. “Yes grandma!”

When we first moved into our house, there was a small playhouse in the back yard. The previous owners children were older than us, so it had gone unused for quite a while. My mom told us all to stay away, because there were hornets in it. About a week later, my brother came running and crying into the house screaming that “The whore’s nest bit me!” (hornet’s)

When we were little, we all got to call Santa on the radio. Then it was time for my middle brother to ask for his gifts from Santa. He asked for a shit ‘n drive (sit ‘n drive). On. The. Radio. My mother was mortified.

And the last I remember hearing about was on a snowy/rainy day, in a restaurant, my brother felt the need to have us look at all the “slut” outside. (slush)

I can only imagine the stories we will get from Little G learning to talk… I can’t wait!