Do you ever have a conversation with someone that has a different accent than you? One where you often cannot figure out what they are saying?
This morning I was talking with my grandfather. Here’s how the conversation went:
Papa: Your momma and daddy looked so cute the both of them plying (supposed to be plowing) yesterday
Me: I’m sorry, what were they doing?
Papa: Plying!
Me: I don’t know what that is
Papa: PLYING…the garden…with the tiller
Me: OHHHHH P.L.O.W.I.N.G…
Papa: Why you always gotta make fun of me?
Me: Oh Papa, I’m not meaning to make fun of you. I truly don’t understand what you’re saying. I’m sorry
Papa: Isn’t that what they call bullying? You shouldn’t make fun (all in jest)
Me: (exasperated) I'm not making fun of you! I really don’t understand you half the time.
Papa: (Lovingly) I wouldn’t know what to do if I didn’t have you to make fun of me…
Oh my goodness…who on this giant earth thinks making fun is loving????…My Papa…Gotta love him!