Wandered over to chat with the new neighbors at the pool last night. As I approached, the new kindergarten Little Miss (in a wet bathing suit and scowl) sizes me up and down and before I can even say, "Hello!" demands, "Who are YOU?" This lil baggage's bold as brass demand halts me dead in my spot. And before I can reply, the pool moms quickly give her my credentials. Well-I had no intention of letting Little Miss be the boss of me or getting away with that kind of impertinence. So I lean in, look her dead in the eye and with sweet malevolence ask, "Who are YOU?" And she responds, "I'm not telling YOU!" And I quip, "Well-I already know YOUR name and its [Little Miss]! So there!" With squinched up eyebrows and scowl, Little Miss gets ready to deliver her next line when her mom throws a towel on her and hustles her out the gate. It was all I could do not to stick my tongue out at her. But honestly-I really wanted to jerk her up by the armpit and wear her out. A spankin' on a wet bottom will cause you to remember a thing or two.
BTW-No Southern chile has ever attempted this kind of repartee with an adult and survived.
...I'm not done with Little Miss.
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