|At Cornbelly's with Auntie waiting for the pig races to start.|
My sister knows her words. She knows lots of words and she knows how to use them. I liken her language skills to that of Robin Williams playing Peter Pan in Hook, when he throws insults at the Lost Boys using big words that they obviously don't understand and they look at him bewildered, she's that good. She also knows four letter words, the kind I would rather not have my 4 year old son repeating and she will pepper her speech with them when she deems it a good choice or to make a point. She also believes in calling a spade a spade.
So the other day Auntie decided to come with me to run a few errands with the kids.
As we are walking out the door she says to HT, "Yipee, wahoo, let's go to Target! Wah to the Hoo!"
To which HT replied as he skipped merrily out to the garage, "Hell to the Yeah!"
"Did he just say 'hell to the yeah'?", I inquired.
"Yes" she said, "and I'm ignoring it."
I wonder just where he learned that (cough), Auntie.