He Has A Name
MIL Dearest:
My son has a name. He’s had it since he was born. It’s very simple, just three letters and only one syllable. And since he is already 4 years old, he even responds to his name, so it is not appreciated that you try to obtain his attention by calling out, “Hey, you,” “Hey, mister,” or to whistle; say psst; or make kissing noises as you would when trying to call your cat.
My son has a name. He’s had it since he was born. It’s very simple, just three letters and only one syllable. And since he is already 4 years old, he even responds to his name, so it is not appreciated that you try to obtain his attention by calling out, “Hey, you,” “Hey, mister,” or to whistle; say psst; or make kissing noises as you would when trying to call your cat.
posted by DD at 1:52 PM
2 Comments:
That's just plain funny, in a very sad kind of way.
"Here, little fella, here, boy!"
It must make you cringe.
ahhh. It reminds me of the time that we first got an inkling that my grandmother was getting aldzheimers. She would poke at him with her cane and say "hey, you!" Maybe your MIL is losing it(?)
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