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."
"Crawling?"
"No!"
"Crying?"
"No!"
"Growling?"
"No!"
"Crowing?"
"NO!"
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-
OOOOOOWWWWWIIIINNNNGGGG!"
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.
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6 comments:
That is so funny. But, really what were you trying to say? Do you remember? Am I missing something?
No, I don't remember at all! LOL!
That really is sweet. My little guy gets all frustrated when I don't understand something too.
I wonder what you were saying : ). That is such a cute story!
The baby Jesus is not crying? Crowing? Growling? Groaning? Crowning?
I must have closure on this story, even if I have to make it up myself.
I guess that wasn't the point of the story, though.
I can't figure it out...but at least it created a very vivid memory.
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