Make me cringe, punk!
NS October 26th, 2009
I taught The Noble Child to say “Make my day, punk!” in a joke video that I sent to my sister.
Because that made us giggle, I also taught her to say “Talk to the hand.”
Next, “Rock on, dude!”
But you know the dangers of teaching your children to say funny things purely for your entertainment at home that you wouldn’t necessarily like them to spout it in public, right? And you see where this is going? Yes, I’m sure you do.
So yes, today in the grocery store my 3-year-old daughter looked at a man in the frozen food aisle and said, as he leaned in near us to get a bag of petit pois, “Make my day, punk!” He nearly dropped the tiny, tender peas and I nearly choked on my own saliva as I alternated between laughing and stammering. I muttered a strangled “Sorry ’bout that” and turned to flee.
I ushered her quickly to the vast array of juices the next aisle over where, before I could do anything, she ran up to an elderly women putting orange juice in her trolley and gleefully shouted “Rock on, dude!” The old lady gasped and nearly jumped right out of her blue-rinsed, permanently-waved hair, looking utterly confused at this command. Fervent apologies were made as I clung to the hood of TNC’s jacket and she scrambled to escape my grip, undoubtedly so she could run off and tell someone to talk to her hand.
It might be awhile before we go to Waitrose again.
