A Visit From Mommy - Part II
|Still visiting here at the Temple, my mom is. Unfortunately, begun spoiling some of the Jedi she has. Very frustrating this is. But she says if give her grandyounglings her 'uncaring son' will not, have to get grandyounglings of her own, she will.|
For instance, a whole batch of cookies for Kenobi she had baked.
Drooling all over himself, he was. "Chunky Cheeto Chip! Muh favorite!"
"Mommy!" I protested, "Trying to get him to lose weight, we are! No good for him, those are!"
"Oh, nonsense," she said as off she waved me, "a growing boy he is."
"Thirty-seven years old he is! In the middle, the only growing he does now is!"
Giving money to Young Skywalker, I caught her.
"Here, some fun with your friends have."
"Yo, thanks Mama Y!" Young Skywalker said, "You da bomb!"
"Mommy! Give him money do not!" I said, "Always money he borrows. The money he wastes, and never he gives it back!"
"Be silly do not!" she said, "A fuddy-duddy you are! Young he is. His wild oats he needs to sow."
"Yeah, Yodes," Young Skywalker chimed in, "you a fudd... uh... fud... what she said! Why you gots to be hatin' all the time?"
"Yes," my mom agreed, "Be hating you should not! Hee hee! The way young people talk nowadays! So funny it is!"
"Well I gotta blaze, or else I'll be late for the bus and spit."
"What?" my mom said, "Catch the bus you must not! Do, that will not! A perfectly good airspeeder Yoda has. Take it you must."
"What?!!" To choke on my own spittle I started.
"Yo, you fly, Mama Y!"
"Hee hee! 'Fly' I am. Hee hee!"
Going to go crazy I am.