It happened
at a family reunion.
On a bus
tour of Valley Forge.
Warren was
shaking my mother’s and my aunt’s seats, playfully picking, as is his constant
nature.
I noticed
my aunt looking over her shoulder in Warren’s direction.
“Is she
giving you the dirty eye?”
“I think
it’s ‘the evil eye,’ Annah,” he said. “That’s another one of your Annah-isms.
I’ve heard of lazy eye, evil eye, brown eye, and dirty look but never the dirty
eye.”
With love and a bit of laughter for
you, my magical friends…
You DO tend to get your cliches mixed up.... ;)
ReplyDeleteWe call it "the stink eye" in my house.