Home for the Holidays, Part III

My nieces are here in Mayberry, visiting for a few days, and my parents and I were spinning the jump rope for my older niece, Margaret, to ‘jump in’ when ol’ Smoke busted out the classic elementary school jump rope rhyme:

“I see bitches underneath a tree,

K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

Nice, Grampy.

In other news, I’ve been cooped up with an eight-year-old, a five-year-old, and two nearly sixty-year-olds who are quitting smoking, and I made up my own little jump rope rhyme:

“Grampy and Grandma just play, play, play,

Bev sneaks to the g’rage and opens the rosè.”

‘Inside Out’ is on deck. At least then Margaret won’t be paying attention to how much ‘nasty stuff’ (beer/wine) I drink.

-Bev