That is what my father and grandfather always say to my mother when she does something that is characteristic of my grandmother. Actually…they sing it.
My grandmother was awesome and smart and funny…but sometimes she did really dippy things. Sometimes she would come out of a store and go to get into someone else’s car instead of my grandfather’s. She would also repeat the same stories to you over and over…which is a trait my mother and I both share. We all got a good laugh at my grandmother’s expense a time to two…but she would always be the one laughing the loudest. Nobody got a kick out of her ditzy-ness like she did.
Over the years, my mother has become a little dippy herself. (She’s reading this right now, saying “I am not”, but she is.) She has a sign in her kitchen that says “Mirror, mirror on the wall, I am my mother after all.” Truer words have never been spoken. It’s an oft-referenced sign. I’ve watched her become more and more like my grandmother over the years, so I knew it was just a matter of time before I turned into them too.
Well…this morning it happened.
I was running really late when I got downstairs this morning. I grabbed my purse and a grocery bag of snacks for the office that I bought last night. On my way through the kitchen I noticed a very full bag of garbage, so I grabbed that, too. Out on the deck I found another bag that J must have put out there last night and I picked that up also. There I was…walking down the deck stairs with two grocery bags full of garbage, my bag of snacks, my purse, my sweater, my keys and my phone in my hands. I was late and rushing and stopped quickly by the garbage pail to dump the bags. It was tricky…dumping the bags of garbage while holding onto the keys and phone and sweater. (Recently, I’ve dropped my keys into the garbage pail twice and had to retrieve them from the gross-ness.) I managed to get the bags into the pail while holding the rest and I put the top back down and ran down the hill to the bus.
I made it just in time. I was walking up the bus stairs when I felt like I was missing something. I looked down and checked my stuff. Something was missing…
The grocery bag full of snacks was now in the garbage pail. Fabulous.
I texted my mother and she got a good laugh. She said I should be happy I didn’t end up throwing out the bag of snacks and keeping the garbage. Then she laughed some more.
It was pretty funny. My grandmother would have loved it.