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Inspired by airam’s swearing twerps post…

When “The Monkey” was three, a group of us were hanging out at my uncle’s house. The Monkey and her mommy were ready to leave. They were standing on the back deck, waiting for the daddy.

The mommy was muttering something I couldn’t make out as they came back in to get him. The Monkey heard it though.

The little twerp walked right into the middle of the room full of people, put her hands on her hips, and in her best mommy-mimicking performance asked,

“Where’s that fucking Steve?”

12 thoughts on “postlet

  1. you’re from Cape Breton? I thought that was in NB. No, wait, that’s the Bay of Fundy. oooh I’m a terrible Canadian.

    Also: hilare.

  2. camikaos: Oddly she doesn’t swear much now.

    miriam: I am terrible for swearing in front of kids… future employers… the clergy…

    lisa: I am only from CB as long as nobody reading plans on hiding in the bushes outside my house. In which case I am from… Quebec. I also have no bushes outside of my house.

    123valerie: Steve was finishing his beer.

  3. Also, I’ve always said to M that I want our kids to be “characters” and he never really knows what I mean. I should really just direct him to all of The Monkey and ACN posts.

  4. molly: Oh, I suspect that you’d send her back. Especially after you caught her traipsing around with your shoes on.

    clink: There are days when her parents would ship her to you. And, upon arrival, she’d send M to the couch as she forced you to have slumber parties with her, where she tried on your clothes, asked you personal questions, and acted out entire episodes of Hannah Montana for you.

    Also, it is hard not to be a character in this family. My father always says, “That kid has given us a lot of entertainment in the past ten years.”

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