So do y'all remember a few posts ago I mentioned I was babysitting the three hooligans? Well I meant to tell this story for that post but I forgot.
So Sanders (he's the dad/hitting coach and like all the other guys, I call him by his last name), told me about an interesting conversation he had with his boys laying in bed the night of the first day I kept them. Here is the dialogue of their conversation:
Troy (the youngest): Dad, what is Jill?
Sanders: What do you mean Troy? Like is she white, black, or mexican?
Troy: No Dad, like what IS she? She talks funny..
Marcus (the middle one): Yeah Dad! Today she asked us (in a dramatic southern accent he quoted), "Y'ALL WANNA GO TO THE PARK?"
Sanders: (is cracking up)
Troy: Yeah Dad, she talks like a COWGIRL!
Wow, I've been told by almost everyone I come in contact with out here that I have a very thick southern draw... but I have to say, no one's ever called me a COWGIRL! I was cracking up and thought y'all might laugh too... and of course I had to stick a somewhat "relevant" photo in this post somehow.
Have a good one y'all!!!