The gooses asks herself, out loud, all the time what is wrong with us. What is wrong with me that makes me so bawdy ( my words, not hers). The easy answer is I am a child. Immature and eager to make people laugh. Her father and brother are both always happy to join in.
Somehow dinner conversation fell on the subject of dickies. We did our best to explain what a dickie is. The word alone was enough to elicit a shrill exhale. The bug said oh I think Fred from scooby do wore a dickie. Stubby hubs hunk added, yes an orange mohair dickie.
Dickie Dickie Dickie.
“Why do you keep saying that word?” She yelled.
“It’s better than nut sack” I replied. A reference to a previous conversation in which spiced nuts were discussed at work.
I’m forgetting how but things then took a turn. Something about empty nut sacks. What one could carry in their empty nut sack while wearing a dickie.
Suddenly the focus was on the moose.
“He could carry change in his nut sack. That way when he ran it would sound like jingle bells.” Yep, I’m a child.