The Sweet Husband

The Sweet Husband on Being Mean

Sitting on the couch this afternoon checking my trading account and listening to the grandaugher and her Poppy having one of their philosophical conversations.

Heavan: Poppy what are you doing for your and grannie's anniversary.

Poppy: Whatever grannie tells me we are doing.

Heavan: Poppy! Since when do you mind Grannie?

Poppy: I always mind Grannie, I'm afraid not to.

Heavan: Why are you afraid of Grannie, you are a lot meaner than she is.

Poppy: That hurts my feelings, you know Grannie is meaner than I am, you are just too scared of her to say it.

Heavan, laughing, says I'm not afraid of either one of you, but you talk meaner than Grannie, you aren't mean on the inside.

Poppy: Just wait I will show you.  Grannie, get your head out of that computer and make a pot of coffee and bring me a sandwich.

I don't move or look at him. I can hear snickering of the teen aged variety.

A few minutes pass.

Poppy: Woman, I said make a pot of coffee and bring me a sandwich NOW.

I turn to look at him and ask, very politely, if his legs are broken, and turn back to my computer.

I hear him whispering and telling her SEE!! She was telling me in code that if I asked her again she was going to break my legs.

Heavan tells him everybody knows that he is just a big old softie and nobody believes that mean act he puts on, and how sweet it was that he went and mowed Bena's yard because she was going to be having so much company since Michael Ray died and he told her that we do what's right baby girl, no matter what and everything will come out ok, but always remember that if she, Grannie, her mom, Aunt LaJeanne or now, Bena ever needed him to be mean to somebody, he remembered how to do it.