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Thursday, 10 July 2008

The Mouth of the Babe

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By Ronni Prior of Rants By Ronni

Ronniprior Chandra was almost two (and just weaned) the day we were sitting in the ice cream parlour scarfing malteds and discussing the state of the universe. She was facing the door and I was facing her. I heard the door open and saw Chandra’s big blue eyes open very wide.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw the woman who had just entered. She was statuesque, Rubenesque and, in a word, stacked. I looked back at my daughter. Her eyes were practically whirling with interest. It was "that look," the one that had always preceded nursing.

It was too late to pray for a miracle, so I just waited. It was a short wait.

"Mama," she piped up, her voice ringing throughout the room. "That lady gots B-I-I-I-G tits!"

She got no sympathy from me when her son said things that embarrassed her. Karma, baybee!

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 02:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


I wish I had a dollar for every time that one of my children said something to embarrass me! And like you, I get great pleasure out of hearing that one of my grandkids has done the same to her mother!

I smile at my adult chidren and say, "What goes around, comes around." Or I just smile and they say, "We know..."

I know the feeling you must have had. My embarrassment came from my small sister. We were in a store shopping for her Easter dress when an old black woman who was wearing a man's overcoat entered. My little sister piped up in a very loud and shrill voice saying, "Darlene, who's that dirty old man?" I ducked behind a rack of clothes and told her that was a woman and that she wasn't dirty. I wanted to apologize to the woman and then slide through the floor.

This is in the same league--but with a gender difference--with a remark that my daughter, when she was about 6, made as we were shopping in a supermarket. As a man walked down the same aisle as we were in, my daughter, pointing at the man, shouted: "Dad, does that man have a penis?"

Ronni -- you know why grands and grand parents get along so well, don't you?

We have a common enemy.

A friend told me that the ultimate mother's curse is:

"I hope you get a kid just like you!"

And they always do!!!! LOL

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