What I remember most about my dad in the 70s and 80s were his sayings—taken straight out of a 1930s pithy (and goofy) playbook—that he himself had inherited from his parents before him.
The thing is, I use so many of them with my kids in 2014. Some of them are a bit smutty and irreverent, some cheekily descriptive, and most of them silly. They will be handed down to my own kids in that unwilling way that the tattoo of language can’t be easily scrubbed.
- You’ll get square eyes sitting so close to that TV. Yeah, yeah, enough with the LSD already, dad.
- Knock it off! I said this to the girls just yesterday. Their constant bickering throws me back to my own childhood of pulled hair, scratch fights and today’s revelation that Karma really is a Bitch.
- Slow as a wet weekend. Every morning is a wet weekend in our house, which takes the pith out of the metaphor, but sh*t happens.
- Be there in a jiffy. Every time I see a bottle of Jif (not sponsored. please) I think of this saying. The most ironic of musings, considering my use of Jif is rarely expedient.
- Has the Cat got your Tongue? Cat? Cat? What Cat? Where? The downside of saying this to my kids is that they remind me we don’t have a Cat and Canwegetonepleasepleasepleasepleaseprettypleasewithsugarontop?
Need some more Baby Boomer Wisdom from my Dad (and let’s face it, who doesn’t, this early on a Monday morning)?