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This young lady gots lots of looks in the airport today. I love people watching.

The Question Box & Other Childhood Folkisms #Humor #Families

Reblog from the Question Box. “Don’t make me stop this car!”

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Now, pipe down as we head down the nostalgic road to yesteryear.  I wouldn’t want to have to put the quietus on you.  Don’t make me turn this car around!  This is a list of parental, grandparental words, phrases, admonitions from childhood–all my selective memory would allow.  There are many more.  I’ve included a link to a similar themed post from another blog I enjoyed reading.

1. Looking glass:  Mirror
2. Window light: Window
3. Hard roads:  Paved highways
4. Molygrumps:  Being extra grumpy or crabby
5. Chum, School chum:  Friend or buddy
6. Footfeed:  Automobile accelerator pedal
7. Isinglass:  Fireproof, translucent, pot-bellied stove windows
8. Clinkers:  Cinders, left from burning coal or wood (not to be confused with clunkers)
9. Coal oil:  Kerosene for heating or lighting
10. Fagged out:  Tired, exhausted (no slur intended)
11. Eyes bigger than stomach:  Took more than could eat
12. Make better door than window:  Penalty for blocking TV
13. Buying, selling:  Buy for what you’re worth, sell for…

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I Want A Bite

Billy was about two and a half years old, Daddy and Mother stopped by the A &W Rootbeer Drive-In for a treat after supper one night, way back when the brought those frosty mugs out to the car, no to-go orders. You had to finish your Rootbeer before leaving. We’d already had dinner, so we knew we were getting Rootbeer. A fellow who pulled up next to us ordered a hotdog. In the heat of the July evening, everyone had their car windows down. Billy was always ready to eat! Naturally, when he saw the guy’s hotdog, he wanted one, too. Mother reminded him he’d already eaten and he’d only be getting rootbeer. As the young man raised his hotdog to chomp down, Billy called out, “I wanna bite!”

Surprised, the fellow looked over to see a small boy on his mother’s lap, leaning out a car window, begging for a bit. Quickly, he tried to resume his meal. Again, “I wanna bite!” It’s really hard to shut a hotdog hungry little kid up, though Mother tried. I know we would have left if we hadn’t still had Rootbeer to finish and mugs for pickup. After trying a couple more times to eat despite Billy’s plaintive begging, he cranked his car and left.