Mamas and Grandmas are death on dirt, often to the point of putting little boys in danger.
When I was little, I went to church with Mamaw and Grandad Deloney. I’d take a bath and put on clean clothes.
But, in the car on the way to church, Mamaw would ask the question that makes every little boy tremble, “David, did you wash behind your ears?”
“Yes, mamaw.” She wouldn’t take my word for it though, and she would investigate. She always found something.
Note to mothers and grandmothers: little boys are very sensitive behind their ears and if you rub too hard you risk killing them.
I don’t think Mamaw was worrying about germs. I think she was afraid the other ladies at church would look behind my ears and say, “Would you look at that? What kind of Grandmother brings her grandson to church with all that dirt behind his ears?” She probably had a problem with pride.
I was very humble. I could care less as long as she left my ears alone.
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