I know that my mom has her snarky side. It's usually
pretty subtle, like when she was eating some pork that Mark had made and she
didn't like it. She didn't come right out and say it was bad, instead she
looked at me, made a face, and announced, "I'm still chewing." When
Mark brought Mom some chicken and dumplings, she gobbled up the chicken and
vegetables like they were oxygen. I asked her why she wasn't eating the
dumplings and she said, "Oh, those are for poor people." Her quiet
digs and pointed remarks aren't just about food. She will let people know in
her own sweet and polite way that she is not pleased, but she does try to not
insult anybody to their face. So I was quite amused when Mark informed me that
he has become Mom's confidant. It seems that every time I leave the room, Mom
whispers to Mark some unspeakable thing that she has noticed about me, my
sisters, or my brothers. Usually what she has confided to him is kind of funny,
if not hilarious. I have let Mark know that he is under no circumstances to
ever reveal what Mom has told him, to never repeat her funny little asides
until after she is gone. Mom's dad lived to be just a few short weeks from one
hundred and two years old, so girls you're just going to have to wait.
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