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No Sir. Not In My House.

Finally got the last of the Christmas decorations up last night, so the halls are officially decked. My favorite Christmas decoration was given to me by my neighbor Mary Beth across the street when we moved in three years ago. It says "Merry Christmas Y'all" and she thought it was so perfect because I do have such a southern drawl (it's not just the name of my blog y'all) and she is from Michigan. Northerners either find it annoying or cute.

I hung it up above the door in the hall and the following conversation proceeded to occur:

Little man: Mommie, what does that say?
Me: It says Merry Christmas y'all
Little man: Merry Christmas you all?
Me: No, Merry Christmas y'all.
Little man: you all?
Me: No, we don't say you all in this house. It's y'all. Who told you to say you all?
Little man: Teacher.
Me: Well, mommie is just going to have to have a little chat with teacher...


  1. From a fellow least it is not you guys! UGH!!

  2. how cute, i can appreciate that comment! i am from michigan and went to boarding school in virginia where everything is "y'all" and the best is when i asked for a "pop" -that was a dead giveaway i was from the north! ha! ha!

  3. Hey SITSta, love that sign, its too cute! have a great friday ya'll!

  4. Oh my gosh - Please straighten this out asap. :)

  5. I always love it when moms and teacher's contradict one another, especially over idiosynchratic sayings. Love the sign.

  6. Love it. From one true Southerner to another....

  7. Isn't that sweet...correcting mommy already! Too cute!

  8. yeah atleast its not homies, y'guys or something else... that icky teacher needs a little bit of cornbread in her diet i do believe, and a nap under a magnolia...

  9. Oh, that is so funny! Yes, I think a parent-teacher conference is in order!

  10. When my family moved from Mississippi to Tennessee my teachers couldn't understand me because the "deep south" accent was too thick for the slightly more appalachain accent in east tn. The school officials put my brother and I in speech therapy. When we came home and told my parents they hit the roof! They had a meeting with the principal and teachers about it. I'm not sure I ever remember my momma being so mad!

  11. Sounds like the teacher "ain't from 'round here."

  12. Oh my heavens... This teacher must be from above the Mason-Dixon!

  13. That teacher! Well, just ...bless her little heart!


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