They question constantly. They keep me on my toes
with ones such as:
“How do you tell the front of this worm from the
back, Miss Gail?”
“If that’s the male, why has the female got one
too?”
“Do you think my daddy can skin me one?”
“Why was the moon following us the whole time we
were driving home last night?”
“Where do birds go after it gets dark?”
“What’s that thing on that bird’s head?”
“My daddy…he went hunting and got arrested. Why?”
“Miss Gail, a policeman brought his dog to our
school, and it didn’t have to poop all
morning. Why’s that?”
And I am constantly saying to them:
“No, son, I have no idea what boiled rabbit’s eyes
taste like.”
“Son, your britches are below your crack. Pull ‘em
up.”
“Eat that and you’ll die. You know it’s poisonous.”
“Get your hand out of that hole right this minute if
you want to keep it.”
“Who ate that cheese biscuit I hid in the cabinet?”
“What do you mean he’s stuck in the swamp? Stuck in
what? How deep? Lord, go get
everybody, and hurry up son.”
“You have exactly ten seconds to explain what
happened to my $400 trailer.”
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