”Mammy is my tongue black?”
Somewhere along the last few days, someone has imparted this gem of information to my Minion.
And while this crap might have worked on US as kids, the minions have evolved.
They are FAR beyond old wives’ tales or legends.
Gone are the days of believing EVERYTHING you’re told, and being too terrified that there might be a LITTLE bit of truth in it, to even ATTEMPT whatever crime you’d been told would turn your tongue black, or freeze your face or make your nose fall off.
Nowadays, children are WAAAAAY too clever.
Or maybe the word I’m looking for is “manipulative”?
Mini-Me was rambling about her day in the back of the car.
I had listened for the first 6 minutes and then successfully responded appropriately enough in the correct pauses for her to think I was listening for another 5.
Then she announced “and we went to the match with Michael Murphy and I won you know?”
(Obviously it was the excitement of her tone and my FABLIS Mammying skills that brought my attention back to where it should have been… NOTHING to do with the mention of Thor. 😂)
“Did you REEEEEALLY?” I asked laughing.
“Yup! And then we got back on the bus and came to school so you could collect me. I’m not lying Mammy honest.”
” Sewiously Mammy! Look! Is my tongue black?”
We were stopped at a traffic light by now, so I turned around to see her sticking her tongue out as far as she could.
“Why are you asking that?”
“Ith my tongue bwach Mammy?” ( tongue still out!)
“No. It’s not black Darling.”
“See!” (Smug little toot.) “My tongue isn’t bwack so I AAAAM telling the twoof.”
I continue driving, and she continues rambling about playing football wif Michael-of-the-Murphy.
And I laugh to myself.
Because, while I remember being TERRIFIED that my tongue would ACTUALLY turn black, or that an apple tree would ACTUALLY grow in my tummy if I swallowed the pips, MINI-ME is able to TWIST the old fable to use as substantiation and verification of her “Twoofs”.
I may give up now Lads.
She’s not even 5 and she’s two steps ahead of me.
And I may look forward to her graduation from Law school, because I have a feeling she is going to make a damn fine legal type.
So what were the stories (threats) you were afraid of as a kiddy?