We watched the movie, Forrest Gump, yesterday. My son, Bubba, thought it was great. (He especially liked the part where Forrest was on his big run, and he decided he was tired and wanted to go home.)
My husband thought he'd have a little fun at the dinner table. "Bubba, talk like a southerner."
"Howdy. My name is Bubba, and I like shrimp," Bubba said. It was quite a good southern drawl.
"That's good, Bubba. Are you going to get a shrimp boat?" I asked.
"Yep."
"Where are you going to put it?"
Bubba giggled. "In your head."
All right, then. It can sit in there with all the other weird characters. There's plenty of room now that I've lost my mind!
Published on March 11, 2013 06:44