Jr Gets Womansplained
Still think there’s no such thing as womansplainin? Think again, Honey, think again.
Previously, It Is What It Is.
“Momma’s womansplain’ again,” Jr said as he walked into the barn.
“She musta tole you to get the wackemall out of her kitchen,” Earnest laughed.
“How did you know?” Jr asked.
“You’re not the only one your momma ever womansplained to,” Earnest answered.
“Why does she do that?” Jr asked.
“Probably ’cause you did somethin’ stupid,” Earnest answered in earnest. “You see, we men are preprogrammed to say an’ do stupid stuff, and womenfolk don’t like it, not nary one bit.”
“Sos we should be more like women?” Jr asked, obviously confused.
“Somethin’ like that,” Earnest laughed. “Try bein’ a little smarter in the future.”
“You mean like not lickin’ the frosting off the spoon afore she finishes puttin’ it on the cake?” Jr asked.
“Consider yerself woke,” Earnest laughed.
“I ate one of the flowers too,” Jr admitted.
“Boy you sure know how to rile up the cake baker,” Earnest bellowed with laughter. “I woulda’ womansplained that too.”
“You would?” Jr asked.
“I would if I were your momma,” Earnest laughed.
“She said she wants to talk to you,” Jr informed Earnest.
“After you done got her all riled up,” Earnest said, “ain’t no way I’m walking into that hornet’s nest. You go tell your momma I’m stuck under the tractor and can’t get out.”
“Yes, Paw,” Jr replied as he turned away and headed towards the house, “I’ll tell her.”
As Jr walked back into the kitchen, Mable looked at him and questioned, ”Did you tell your Paw I wanted to talk to him?”
“I show did,” Jr answered.
“What did he say?” Mable asked, “Is he comin’ or not?”
“He said,” Jr answered, “Ain’t no way I’m walking into that hornet’s nest. You go tell your momma I’m stuck under the tractor and can’t get out.”
“Oh he did, did he,” Mable sternly said as she handed Jr the spoon she had been using to mix the frosting. “Well we’ll just see about that.” she continued as she removed her apron, placed it over the back of a chair, and walked out the door. “We’ll just see about that!”
“Well at least I still get to lick the spoon,” Jr smiled, holding up the spoon as Mable walked away. “Maybe womansplain’ ain’t so bad after all.”
Continued in Jr Wins the Lottery.





