My mother called me the other day to discuss some details about our upcoming trip.
"I've prepared some things, like the guest bedroom, but I haven't prepared my French phrases like I said I was going to," she admitted.
"Oh don't worry about that," I reassured her.
"But I'm afraid he will think I'm all bumbling and dumb if I try to say something in French and I haven't practiced," she explained, referring of course to Handsome. He bravely decided to come with me on this trip home to meet my family and friends. Fearless man that he is.
"Oh, but he is just as worried about his English as you are about your French," I explained.
Without missing a beat, she proclaimed in slight Southern lilt,
"Well, maybe we'll just hold hands and coo."