Damn Yankees Have Taken Over My House
Given the occasional drawl that both Adelaide and Jack possess, I’ve been hopeful they’d pass as southern types. Those hopes have been dashed.
Last night, the kids and I were going to the park after I finished dishes. I asked Adelaide to “bring me y’alls plates first.”
“Um, y’all?” she said digustingly. You’re supposed to say ‘your’ or ‘you guys’. Or ‘Bring me yours and Jack’s plates, please.'”
I then informed her emphatically that “y’all” is a completely proper word. And made her go find me some sweet tea, cornbread, and buttermilk. (Not really on the buttermilk, it’s gross)