All this thinking about slowing down here reminded me of one of the many ways my little borther used to get a rise out of my Mum when we were younger.
Of course, he got away with it every time.
He's not affectionately known as 'Golden Balls' merely for his b-ball skills.
Mum : Right lads, everyone into de car.
Bro : Mum, are you Irish?
Mum : Of course I'm feckin' Irish. Now get in de car would ya.
Bro : Mum, are you sure you're Irish?
Mum : I'm Irish, yes. Are you wrong in de head or someting? Hurry up.
Bro : Mum, are you really sure you're Irish?
Mum : Ah to be Jaysus, Mary and Joseph didn't I say I was feckin' Irish. Get. In. De. Car.
Bro : Mum, are you really, really sure that you're Irish?
Mum : Ah now you. Get in dat car before I clip ya. I'm Irish and that's de end of it.
Bro : It's just that it seems to me, you're always Rushin.
Apologies to any international visitors, but I don't want to always be
a Rushin Mum.
a Rushin Mum.
Must. Slow. Down.
Shar :-)
3 comments:
hahahahahahaah that started my day with a belly laugh! thanks :)
Love it! And i love how obviously Irish your mum is. You nailed her accent even without hearing you!
Oh that made me laugh Shar, thank you :o) Bloody kids, they're so cheeky. I can already see hints of how my boys are going to stir me up as they get older. Need to have thick skin as a Mama ;o) xo
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