They do things different 'round these parts. Even Nathan knows they're funny, He was cracking up (pun definitely intended) at a mini mart listening to Dave say pork cracklin's over and over. Funny words those, and he doesn't even know what they mean. Also desperately entertaining? Piggly Wiggly. I mean, come on. That's funny even to a grown up. Try it. Wait for a quiet moment and just say "Piggly Wiggly". It'll make you giggly.
Go ahead. Groan. I'll wait.
The one that got me, though, was an anecdote I heard over lunch at Mrs. Wilkes' Dining Room, a family style comfort food restaurant. A 5 million pound behemoth of a man was trying to convince Dave and I to give Nathan a bite of potato or a bean. Anything. Couldn't we see that the poor boy was wasting away. Shoveling in fried chicken and collard greens, he brushed off my objections that Nathan was a little young to try the mac and cheese. "My wife's daddy gave her little sister a french fry on the way home from the hospital after she was born." Pregnant pause (there go those puns again) while Dave and I stared, dripping sweet tea from gaping jaws. "Just to gnaw on, ya know."
Um, no. We didn't know.
I guess Nate was on his side though, because he managed, with Spidey-speed, to get a handful of blueberry cobbler. Sadly for him, Mommy reflexes caught up and intervened before he made it to his mouth.
Ha ha ha! Oh Nathan, too bad you didn't get to sample that dessert. Mom's too fast huh?
ReplyDeleteReminds me of a college friend when I was in Illinois who kept trying to convince me to try a crawfish bowl. I narrowed down that it was not where you bowl for crawfish, nor was it a bowl of crawfish. Twenty minutes later I got it: a crawfish Boil. Never did attend one though.