From the time I turned 12 until I was about 24 or so, Mama mumbled “this is why animals eat their young” at least twice a day every day.
I don’t know if she was reminding herself of some odd nature fact or making an observation about her self control.
Whatever it was, those words were uttered daily.
I found it odd until I discovered the reason later.
“You were a horrible teenager,” she said. “Your mouth was always sassing off. If I had said half the stuff to Granny that you say to me, you wouldn’t be standing here.”
“I don’t see the correlation,” I sassed.
A different kind of animal
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