Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Baby Jesus is doing WHAT?
One night when I was three years old, my mother was getting me ready for bed, when out of the blue I said, "The baby Jesus not grahowing." My mother said, "What, sweetie?" I answered, "The baby Jesus not grahowing."
My mother paused, trying to decipher what was coming out of my mouth.
"The baby Jesus is not growing, honey? Is that what you're trying to say?"
Getting irritated, I said--slowly--"The.baby.Jesus.not.GRAHOWING."
At this point, I had clearly had enough. And these words came out of my sassy little three year old mouth:
"WATCH MY WIPS! I SAID, THE.BABY.JESUS.NOT.GGGGRRRRAAAAAAAUUUHHHHHHH-
Do you know I can still remember my mother clutching her stomach and gasping with laughter? 37 years later? She said the way my little mouth drew out that last 'word' just about sent her over the edge. For years after, my family loved quoting the "Watch my wips" line.
And to my mother's dying day, she never did know what I was trying to say.