When my mother was little, elementry age. She heard a puzzling phrase, mentioned by the fathers of her schoolmates.
“We’re keeping up with the Jones’s.”
Which, in my mother’s child-like curiosity, prompted her to ask my grandmother, if they were also keeping up with the Jones’s, like her fellow classmates.
My grandmother’s reply, “Sweety, we ARE the Jones’s.”
1 comment
Mike Doyle
March 1, 2010 at 6:11 pm (UTC -6) Link to this comment
Heh. I’m SO stealing that line…