SO I am with my kids on a snow day and my 10 year old comes up the hill with his little brother and says “Sliding is cool with Dylan, dad!” to which I say “Sliding is FUN!” to which some lady who I will call Lucy Fuzzy Winkle Fuss Budget says:
“Actually, it’s sledding.”
“You don’t want your kids to do poorly in grammar.”
A PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE MINNESOTA NICE SMILE.
And I could sense she wasn’t joking, cuz she then said, with all her white teeth shining at me, the following:
“I’m not joking.”
“Okay.” I say to her, to shake off her shitty vibe. (I got an online exorcism later. $15 bucks well spent, I’d say.)
“Can we slide some more dad? Jackson asks.
“Yay..sliding…sliding…sliding!” says three year old Dylan.
“Sure.” I say, then look at her.
She is busy watching her own grand-nieces (probably), who appear to be SLIDING…..although maybe she is actually focusing on how much salt she should add to that Christmas dish she promised to bring to her mothers nursing home and why she has to be the family martyr since her brother, a total slob mind you, never calls unless he needs money.
Some people, man.