WARNING! Excessive profanity contained in the paragraphs below (spewed from a four-year-old’s mouth). Read at your own risk.
My entire family (yes, I can say that proudly) has a knack for our fabulous trashiness (see White Trash Wednesday or anything in the Grizzies category). After previous posts divulging of family classiness, I could not resist sharing “The Great McDonald’s Ice Cream Incident” once again. I first divulged this jewel a year ago when I had all of nine readers, therefore none of you who aren’t relation will be laying eyes on this for the first time (lucky you).
Growing up in a small (population 1,200) Iowa farming community, our Saturday nights were spent 20 minutes away at the nearest Pizza Hut (I thought was so fancy – I used to be easily impressed. USED to be). Often times my grandma and grandpa would join us for our family date night and we would head to McDonald’s for ice cream afterward.
One Saturday we were on our journey through the drive thru, Dad chauffeuring us in the front seat with Grandpa. My mom, sister, grandma and myself were all in the back and giving our orders (sounds like a dream of a Saturday night, huh?). As Dad was receiving and passing the treats out, my sister got her sundae.
My four-year-old sibling looked my dad square in the face and said (without hesitation or skipping a beat), “You goddamn son-of-a-bitch I wanted nuts on my sundae.”
Immediate silence followed (although I was instantly delighted that I wasn’t the sister in trouble this time).
Moments later, reactions set in. Grandpa busted out laughing. Grandma’s jaw hit the floor. My mom leaned up over the seat to hiss in my dad’s ear, “MICHAEL!” and my dad replied, “What? I don’t say those words,” (which I instantaneously knew was a lie because anytime he had his head under a sink being the ‘plumber,’ I never remembered him saying shoot, gosh darn it or duck).
So, my toddler sister just put the phrase together all in her own right? Well, being classy, a little trashy and quickly having my sister’s back, my grandma said, “I bet she learned it from all of those John Wayne movies.” Um, yeah, since we had a three channel cable line up in our metropolis.
Being white trash is knowing better but doing it anyway, while not giving a rat’s ass what anyone else thinks. My sister just got a head start – you gotta love her spunkiness!
So fabulously trashy…I can’t wait to see how her kids carry on the tradition.