**Apologies to my Daddy in advance!***
My Daddy, the kids and I went to a swim meet this weekend in Baton Rouge. We sat with other families from our team, but Daddy hadn’t met most of them. Of course, I introduced him to the other parents following the rules in this fabulous book. Our conversations went something like this :
Me: Daddy, this is AH’s husband CM. CM, this is my Daddy SR.
Daddy: Oh, so you’re H’s son-in-law.
Me: Daddy, this is KK. KK, this is my Daddy SR.
Daddy: How’s your Dad? I haven’t seen him since last week.
Me: Daddy, this is LD. LD, this is my Daddy SR.
Daddy: How’s your father-in-law?
Me: Daddy, this is AC. AC, this is my Daddy SR.
Daddy: And who are your people? (SERIOUSLY!?!?!)
AC: Um…you probably don’t know them. They are from Tennessee.
Daddy: Oh, so I might have met them in a Cracker Barrel.
Yes, in the South, we do introduce our elders first. And…apparently EVERYONE knows my Daddy. :rolling eyes: