Yabut

Once again it's Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday and I'm going to attempt to write about the letter Y.

You know that "Y" isn't an easy word to write about, unless you want to discuss Yaks or Yetis and we don't have too many of either of those roaming around these Missouri woods. So, what DO I have creeping around here from time to time? The scariest, most frightening and terrible beast of all--a (almost) SEVEN YEAR OLD Granddaughter!!!!! Simply Chilling!

Here you go:

Are you familiar with Yabut? No, you say. Of course you are, if you listen very closely I’m sure you hear it all the time. It’s not allowed in my home, nosiree. We don’t speak of Yabut, at least not without a lot of moaning and groaning accompanied with exaggerated eye rolling. And then, before you even know what’s happened, Yabut pops up again! Oh, Yabut.

Still wondering? Try this:

“Ok little T,” I say with mock disapproval, “who do you suppose left these muddy footprints across the kitchen floor?”

“Ummmm,” she replies straining to come up with at least a partially valid reason why this shouldn’t surprise me in the least. “I had to get, ummmm, some cheese.”

“Cheese?” I reply, “Really. You couldn’t take off your shoes first? Didn’t you KNOW you would leave muddy prints?”

“Ya-but, I HAD to get some . . .”

“We DON’T talk about BUTTS here, you know that!”

“No, Grandma, I don’t mean . . . .”

“You KNOW that, don’t you?” I reply, holding back a snicker.

“Ya-but . . . “

“TAYLOR!” . . . ..

Sound familiar now?

Any Yabuts in your place?

:)Why (see Y/Why) don't you hop on over and check out the other entries? Link to Jenny