My daughter was VERY precocious. She was ~3 and walked in on me getting dressed. I was wearing "bikini-briefs" the (then) wife had bought me.
Kid strolled in, yakking a mile a minute (as usual) then stopped in her tracks, bug-eyed...
"HEY!..." she said, pointing...
"...'Doze are MAW-ME's Unda-way-yarz!"
I tried explaining, but she was having NONE of it!
"Nuh-UH! Boyz Undah-way-yarz have 'dat 'FING in 'da Fwunt! 'Doze Undah-way-yarz don't have 'dat 'fing!
'DOZE.ARE.MAW-ME'S.UNDAH-WAY-YARZ!!!
WHY ARE YOU WEARING MAW-ME'S UNDAH-WAY-YARZ??!!??"
I literally took her to wal-mart, to the men's department, and SHOWED her that they were, indeed, DADDY's "Undah-way-yarz", and the matter was dropped.
A few weeks later, we took her to Sunday School as usual. To the old-school, Southern, "holiness" Baptist Sunday School...
Her teacher - "Miss Amy" - was the Associate Pastor's wife, a woman so prim and proper I truly believe she'd have died before passing gas, even if completely alone.
My sweet little girl bounced into her room, yakking a mile a minute (as usual) with the volume set to "11" (as usual) and spotted Miss Amy -- whereupon she stopped mid-sentence about whatever she'd been yakking about and said:
"HI MISS AMY!" (Hi Kiddy) "Guess What, Miss Amy?!" (What, Kiddy?) "MY DADDY WEARS MY MOMMY'S UNDAH-WAY-YARZ!!"
All Miss Amy could say was the world's most prim and proper, quiet little
Wonder how many people she tells about this :)
ReplyDeletestopsign, I can only imagine the story. Most of us have been in this situation :)
ReplyDeleteMy daughter was VERY precocious.
ReplyDeleteShe was ~3 and walked in on me getting dressed. I was wearing "bikini-briefs" the (then) wife had bought me.
Kid strolled in, yakking a mile a minute (as usual) then stopped in her tracks, bug-eyed...
"HEY!..." she said, pointing...
"...'Doze are MAW-ME's Unda-way-yarz!"
I tried explaining, but she was having NONE of it!
"Nuh-UH! Boyz Undah-way-yarz have 'dat 'FING in 'da Fwunt! 'Doze Undah-way-yarz don't have 'dat 'fing!
'DOZE.ARE.MAW-ME'S.UNDAH-WAY-YARZ!!!
WHY ARE YOU WEARING MAW-ME'S UNDAH-WAY-YARZ??!!??"
I literally took her to wal-mart, to the men's department, and SHOWED her that they were, indeed, DADDY's "Undah-way-yarz", and the matter was dropped.
A few weeks later, we took her to Sunday School as usual. To the old-school, Southern, "holiness" Baptist Sunday School...
Her teacher - "Miss Amy" - was the Associate Pastor's wife, a woman so prim and proper I truly believe she'd have died before passing gas, even if completely alone.
My sweet little girl bounced into her room, yakking a mile a minute (as usual) with the volume set to "11" (as usual) and spotted Miss Amy -- whereupon she stopped mid-sentence about whatever she'd been yakking about and said:
"HI MISS AMY!"
(Hi Kiddy)
"Guess What, Miss Amy?!"
(What, Kiddy?)
"MY DADDY WEARS MY MOMMY'S UNDAH-WAY-YARZ!!"
All Miss Amy could say was the world's most prim and proper, quiet little
"Oh!"
I didn't even bother trying to explain...