March 11, 2008
Tara-isms Part XXI
Tara and Austin were goofing around in the back seat of the car (he is 12) All I could see in the rear view mirror was arms flailing, fingers grabbing, a foot trying to kick a brother. Lots of laughs. And then Tara squealed, "Let go of my arm ankles!" (um, wrists? we call them wrists.)
Tara has more recently picked up some kind of southern-speak, even though she was born in Ukraine and we live in the midwest. She has been saying, "I was gonna about to..." (I cringe) When we lived in Atlanta, pre-Tara, people used to say, "I might could do that."
Now Tara stops herself and says, "I was gonna about to...GOOO-EEEENG TO." OK, catching on. But we can cut back on some of the vowels there. And the volume.
On a particularly cold Saturday when four people in the house can wear on each other's nerves, I finally scooped Tara up and took her to run some errands. Five minutes into the drive, she burst into tears. Apparently, Austin ate the little bag of crackers she had wanted, that she had left on the kitchen counter for four days. Yes, four days untouched. So he ate them. "I WANT A DIFFERENT BROTHER!" she belted out. It's not so easy sister, I told her. We're all stuck with each other. Thank goodness.
Posted by Laura at March 11, 2008 09:09 PMPosted to Tara's Story
Oh man I cracked up. She wants a different brother eh? That is so funny, and for that moment, to her, it was the truth. Remember when you mixed a glass of Nestles Quik in milk and then put the milk away and I guzzled down the Quik? That was hilarious! Tell Tara you know how she feels. Oh that little Austin, I can hear him growing from here. Let him have allthe crackers he wants, he's too skinny!
Posted by: karen wiz at March 12, 2008 09:25 PM