Sisters Say the Darndest Things: Vol. 2

My sister says the darndest things. And she's a creeper.

A while back, my family was sitting around a table at the Horseshoe Cafe in Franklin, America, eating our yummy lunch and poking fun at one another.

The target this particular day was my sister, and she was an easy target because at this point in her life, she didn't have Internet or cable. Or more than two local channels that actually worked.

So, as usual, I was making fun of her.

"How the heck do you even know what's going on in the world?"

"I don't," she tells me in her matter-of-fact tone. "Hell, I didn't even know the cost of stamps had gone up!"

"Seriously?" We're all laughing pretty hard at this point.

"Oh, you think that's funny?" she yells back at me, laughing. "Try having ALL your mail returned!"

Poor Kendra. Two cents short. So her mail was returned. And by mail, I mean bills.

Fast forward to last week. Brady and I meet Mom, Kendra, Pryce and Teagan at Ozona to celebrate us finally knowing we're having a little girl.

How do I know Kendra's son is just like his momma? Because he says the darndest things too.

So, again, we're poking fun at Kendra. I really don't know why. But I say to her, "Whatever, your mom goes to college." And, I look over and smile lovingly at my mom, who is there. And, listening to all this.

And, Pryce, in his infinite 2-year-old wisdom, looks right at me and Brady and says very clearly, "No, my daddy goes to college."

Maybe it was only funny to us because we think Pryce hung the moon. Or maybe it was funny to us because Pryce was smart enough to come up with that comment. Or maybe it was funny to us because in his Uncle Brady's eyes, he has years to teach Pryce funny comments and your-momma jokes.

Or maybe, just maybe, it made me see that my sister did pass along at least one trait to her son — Pryce is a smart ass.

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