Butter

Walking my oldest two into school this morning and having a normal conversation about paying attention to the teachers, keeping our hands to ourselves, not talking out of turn, not running in the halls, leaving all contraband items in my care or in the car, etc. This list could go on forever! This is why we park at the far end of the parking lot as far from the school as possible so we can cover all topics before actually making it to any ones class room. We are to the sidewalk in front of the building walking behind the teachers and administrators that are out to help get the car riders safely into the building. When my daughter decides to announce at the top of her lungs "Well butter my butt and call me Biscuit!", Uhm WHAT?!

Please take into account that she also has a very south Georgia accent that I am not quite sure where she acquired it. None the less, I then turn to my son who has been in trouble for most of his elementary school career and tell him in no uncertain terms I do not ever want to hear you repeat that. Today of all days I do not want a phone call, a note, an e-mail or any other correspondence from your teacher and/or the principal, understood? "Yes Ma'am"

This is when he drops about two steps behind me and in his most conspiratorial whisper which is heard by the same administrators and teachers "Hey that means your a butter butt!"

NICE!!!!!!

Now that I am safely ensconced in my car with none of my offspring around I am laughing so hard I am not sure that I will make it back home.

Where does this stuff come from?