At the restaurant, Grammie was distressed at little Rory’s
behavior.
“Rory,” she said, “we’re going to have to get
you some manners.”
“I don’t want manners,” Rory said. “I want
french fries.”
Ain’t kids cunnin? Mine just turned 30
and she’s cunnin. She lives over the garage.
“Someday, Mummy,” she says, “I’m going to fly
the nest and then you’ll miss me.” No doubt I will.
True story: Friday brought torrential
rain. Only about half the kids showed up to school. On Monday, the
teacher received a note: “Miss Pierce. Please excuse Georgie from missing
school on Friday. He had diarrhea and his boots leaked.”