"Your liddle brother’ll be bigger than you soon ‘nough," Momma said, and what Momma says has a knack for coming true.
When the cat scratched my face, I thought that was dumb luck. But then there was the pot that never boiled, and now, yes, the 7 foot toddler in the backyard. What is he...?
"Mamma! Junior's eatin' the neighbor's apples right outta the tree!"
"Boy, you put that apple down afore you turn inta one!"
I laugh as her eyes go wide, so she turns to me with a pointed finger. “I hope you have kids just like you!”