I just finished a phone conversation with Patsy, more widely known as Jacob's MaMaw. While we were talking, someone called her on her other phone. You could only know how ridiculous that phrase sounds if you were alive in the fifties. Other phone? Who ever heard of having more than one phone. Golly, we used to have something called a party-line when I was a kid.
A party-line was when several families - parties - shared the same phone line. So if we picked up the receiver of our phone and heard Miss Jeanette talking to Miss Franny, we knew we were suppose to put the receiver back on the base, and pretend we hadn't heard them gossiping about Miss Snowdie's tasteless, new hairdo. The key phrase here is suppose to. Shamefully, we occasionally sat quietly and listened. Besides being great entertainment (the first reality shows) the party line often fed the grapevine, on which information traveled faster than the speed of light. This is a categorical, scientific absolute.
Anyway, you can see what I'm saying here. Technically, we used to only have half of a phone, and now most people have at least two phones. Crazy!
...but I digress.
As I was saying, Patsy and I were chatting when Patsy's "other phone" rang. She asked me to wait while she took the call. It was Bek. I guess I should preface the following by explaining that Patsy kept Jacob for a few days while Bek was on a work-vacation (is that an oxymoron???) on some exotic island with one of her best friends, Donna. Jacob told Bek that while he was staying with Patsy, she told him...and I quote..."I'm your mama's mama and I can whip her butt any time I want to."
It seems that at the tender age of four years, Jacob has a full grasp of the hierarchy of maternal relationships. He has figured out that there just may be someone higher on the totem pole than his mom.
"MaMaw can whip your butt any time she wants to!" .....implicit in this statement from a four year old is...... and don't you forget it, Mom!
Patsy, of course, claims that she never said anything of the sort. That's her story and she's stickin' to it. It appears that Jacob is stickin' to his story too.
Bek, I'm waiting for pix of your trip so I can post them. If I don't get them in a timely fashion I'll call Jacob's MaMaw and ....
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