My Convert
Isn't it exciting when you spend a long time, even years with someone, slowingly teaching them truth a little at a time. You never know whether it's sinking in or rolling off their back, but you just keep at it, little by little.
Sometimes you see results quickly; other times there appear to be no results at all. But you have to just keep on, because you never know what's going on inside the other person. Many people believe you should let your actions speak for you. Just live your life and hope it rubs off on the other person.
Well, last night I got to experience some of that kind of fruit. It was just a little fruit, but enough to make me believe that a full-blown conversion is just a matter of time.
We were at Dairy Queen as a family, talking about the kind of dessert Brad wanted to make. That's when I heard the words I've never heard before. Actually it was just one word, but a very significant one. Brad said he wanted "banana pudding". Not banana puddin' but banana pudding. With a smile on my face, I told him what he'd said. He replied, "We're going to North Carolina in the fall. They'll get me back on track!"
It's so hard to get people to accept truth, isn't it?
posted by Kari at 6:24 AM
7 Comments:
OK now, here's how it is.....I know you probably expected a response, and I'll not disappoint you. First, You betcha we'll get him back on track! :) Second, at least he doesn't say "nanner puttin'". Third, what difference does it make how you say it as long as you get banana pudding? And last, :) If we learned how to say "Oregon" and "salmon" correctly, YOU can still learn how to say "banana pudding" correctly....we"ll be waiting!:)
I wouldn't worry too much about him, Tina. He still says "si-reen" and "am-byu-lans" and his accent even comes back when he's on the phone to NC.
Maybe this was just a fluke. After all, I remember once saying "ya'll" when we lived in NC. Sometimes those things just slip out.
Whew! There for a minute I thought we were going to have to re-teach him EVERYTHING! :)
First off, the modem is fixed. Yippee!!! Secondly, Mom has gone looking for our Will. Our youngest son may have to reconsider what the final results of 'nilla wafers, 'nilla puddin, 'nanners, and 'rangue on top constitutes. Boy, let them out of sight for a few years and you have to re-train him!!
hahahahahahahahahahahahahah
hahahahahahaha...I just KNEW "grandaddy" would come up with something funny. hey..it scared us a bit about Hap being born in Texas.
I s'pose I'd bett'r put mi too sents wirth in.....Whin i left north cakalakee, I'se traned tuh talk like norul folks....or so I'se told. HOWEVER, havin lived all over thu wirld, i no won thing tuh be tru.....it aint HOW yu say whut yu say....its whut yu say that makes all the diffirinse.
(Honey, I thought I would write this in the traditional appalachian dialect of "Get the dog off the porch-ese". Whether it's banana pudding, or nanner puddin', as long as I'm eating it with you, sweetheart, they can call it whatever they want...)
Yeah son!!! How long did it take you to learn to SPELL (?) like that??
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