I just commented on Miss Grace's post (well, I tried to: I can't see it at the moment... ) about nice being overrated because nice will get you walked all over like a doormat. That's another issue for another day when my give a damn ain't busted, but it did remind me of a LOVELY memory from my childhood.
Because Mom had me so young, I was the same age as three of her cousins: the boys were my age, one, and two years older than me. At family functions, we were expected to play together. So, picture an only (female) child trying to figure out how to play with three rambunctious boys. Yeah. Apparently, I was often heard pleading with them to "be nice."
I guess their mother took exception to my request, because that became my nickname: every time she'd see me, she'd say something along the lines of "Oh, look! It's beeeee niIiIice!" in this god awful, nails-on-a-chalkboard voice - it was CLEAR (even to me at the age of three) that she was NOT being nice/funny/cute. This continued on until I was ten or so.
She still talks in that one of voice. Harpy.
Yeah, that woman deserves to be drop-kicked. What a beeeyotch.
ReplyDeleteTACO KICK!!!!
ReplyDeleteTotally understand that because I was the *only* girl out of 6 boy cousins all within years of each other. I got teased for not being tough enough to being a stick in the mud for just not playing with them.
ReplyDeleteThat voice would drive me bonkers.
Jeez. that woman sounds JUST like my sister. Chalk on a blackboard. Knife scraping the china. As much fun to be around as a busted tooth.
ReplyDeletethat would make me want to eat my own eeeeeeeeeeeeeye!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, why do adults HAVE to be so bitchy/catty/annoying all the time. If anyone ever does that to my kids, I'll drop kick them.
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