Tonight Alex was in the tub, and I was in the adjoining bedroom catching up on some bloggity business (would that be “bloggery”?). And then I heard the most disturbing sound:
I immediately stopped what I was doing and said, “Um, Alex? WHAT did you say?”
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAR EAGLE! HEY!”
My first thought, honestly, was “We’ve been in Alabama too long.”
My second thought, naturally, was “At least it wasn’t Hotty Toddy.”
So we’ve spent some time tonight on some old-fashioned home-training:
“GOOOOOOOOOO BULLDOGS! HEY!”
I know he picked up his War Eagle battle cry from Mothers’ Day Out, because his good buddy C. is a big-time AU fan. I’ve made it very clear to Alex that the next time C. yells “War Eagle,” A. is to counter with his Bulldog cheer, which may result in his MDO’s first-ever MSU/AU showdown.
I mean, sometimes you have to take a stand on pure principle.
I feel like the poor child has been exposed to the dark side, and I have to rescue him while there’s still time.
THE # 1 RULE IN ALABAMA,IS THAT YOU HAVE TO PICK A TEAM. THERE ARE ONLY TWO TEAMS FROM WHICH TO CHOOSE. AUBURN OR ALABAMA. IT’S JUST A RULE! ;D
But OH, Faith, this Mississippi girl can’t hear “Roll Tide” or “War Eagle” without twitching! :-)
If you disown him, can I have him? I promise I’ll feed him real good, and he can support any team he likes. After all, the Razorbacks ain’t doin’ too well lately, LOL. ;)
GOOOOOOOOOO BULLDOGS! is right!!!! Kinda like when we told my Daddy that we were moving to PA he said, “Don’t let my grandson learn to talk like a Yankee!” Don’t let A. learn all of that Alabama lingo! Maybe yall need to come to Super Bulldog Weekend this weekend!
MA-ROOOOOOOOOON! WHIIIIIIIITE!
MA-ROOOOOOOOOON! WHIIIIIIIITE!
should be next.
Then,
GO STATE! GO STATE!
Then,
MAMA, DADDY, MAMA, DADDY, MAMA, DADDY! :)
Totally unrelated to this post, but Chris and Louie said to tell you hello tonight…and that they sure did enjoy your food. :) Really.
Tonight it was “War Eagle” – and do you know what he said last night? I may cry telling it. He was upstairs playing with his trains, and D and I were downstairs, and he said, “MOM? DAD? What are you doing?”
I said, “NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOO. There is no “Mom” and “Dad” in this house. We are MAMA and DADDY. And what we are DOIN’ is TALKIN’.”
The South has some faults, but the accent is not one of them. :-)
You know, I wondered if you’d see them…did CT win something? I was thinking about my good friend Louie this morning. We’re very close, you know. Still, that’s neat. And who was singing last night when you called? (BTW, Sister was at a Christian music awards dinner last night, for those of you playing at home).
Beck says Mom and Dad and Houston says Mama and Daddy. Beck talks like a Yankee and Houston does not. I don’t know where he gets the accent.
You know we come up against this War Eagle and Roll Tide business all the time, since, of course, we are Alabamians also. It’s nothing that a good endoctrination can’t cure. But, you must be diligent.
Be sure and drill “We Got Some Dawgs Up In Here” and “Hold On Wait A Minute, Gotta Put Some Dawg In It.” Those will stick with him.
Davis says mom and dad, but Gray says mama and daddy. Davis is my little yankee-talker. I think he get that from me, though.
“The Afters” were singing. Yes, both CT and LG received awards .
Daph, you ARE a Yankee-talker! I forget about that. I have decided that I have the worst Southern accent EVER. EVER. I heard myself on Alex’s birthday video and just cringed. I can take a one-syllable word and make it nine. Easy.
Just be thankful he’s not saying “Hotty Toddy…” Our children are pretty well trained, though. They understand the feelings their father and I have for Ole Miss and are smart enough to emulate them. I think they know full well that if they EVER told me they wanted to go to college there I would have an all-out coronary, just like Les did about 20 years ago when I THOUGHT I wanted to go there just b/c all our best friends were. Shame on me. Sorry, Liz – no offense.
Way-ell, if you can make nine syllables, then I can make thirteen.
Saw Louie and wife, Shelley, at lunch today. I guess I’m going to see them at every meal. :)
War Eagle!!!!!!
Elon, you are so bad! :-) A fine neighbor you are. :-) And Sister, I met Shelley at the thing at church, too, and she was very nice. You realize that EK’s hubby would have LOST HIS MIND with two LG sightings in not even 24 hours. You’re runnin’ with some mighty smart company. :-)
I have to start with War Eagle! I can’t tell you how much effort I put into teaching the fight song when they were tiny, even though we lived in Arizona. Last year we were lucky enough to live in Alabama for the year (married to Air Force). My kids assimilated in no time. In fact, one day in Kindergarten they were told to dress in their favorite team’s colors on Friday. Cate’s little friend, whose parents are also Air Force, wore her Air Force Academy cheerleading costume. I’m sad to say that my daughter was one of the ones who ridiculed her and brought her to tears. That is life in Alabama. You only have two teams to choose from. I’m happy your son picked the right one of the two.
Nancy – I can tell that you speak my language: Southern. :-) I totally relate to your mama not buying separates. In fact, until I started buying my own clothes, the concept of buying “a shirt” was completely foreign to me. Mama always bought her girls “outfits.” Nothing like the South, is there?