“Well, wonders never cease…look et yew!
Yer as tall as yer momma.
I’ll be. Where as time gone?
Seems like only last week yew couldn’t reach the top of a bean stalk.
Did I ever tell yew bout the time I picked that mess a beans for Mamaw and then hid ’em in the shed?
Papa was goin’ to town and I wanted to go tew.
Them beans sat in that shed for near a week.
I finally membered ‘em. I shook ’em up a bit an took ’em in to Mamaw – actin’ as if I’d just picked ‘em fresh.
Inside them beans a community had begun homesteadin’ – all smushie and fuzzy.
Mamaw grabbed a handful and put ’em in her mouth. She started spittin’ and spewin’.
I ran right out and grabbed a hickory.
I knew what was a comin’. Couldn’t set right for a week.
Mm, mm, where as time gone?”