One morning in Hawaii, Marc and I were at the beach when a family with a thick southern accent (I'm guessing Alabama or Georgia) showed up. Their kids were running around and one little boy in particular was being pretty ornery. My attempt at a paraphrase:
Boy: Why do I have to carry this towel? I don't want to carry the towel. Why can't dad carry the towel?
Mom: Boy, you can carry your own towel. Be a man!
Boy: (Runs around like little boys do making some noise)
Mom: Boy, quit that! You're being a spider monkey!
Two interesting things came from this tidbit of conversation we overheard:
1. The mom calling the boy a spider monkey. I'm not sure why, but this was hilarious to us. We're now using that phrase for anything or anyone that's acting silly or crazy. We call Max a spider monkey quite often.
2. The amazing ability of southerners to turn one syllable words into multiple syllable words. Watching My Name Is Earl tonight reminded me of this when Joy did the same thing. Examples: man = ma-yan (like mayo but "an" at the end instead of "o") and boy = bo-woy.
We're easily amused.
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That's just...hilarious! Spider monkey -- brilliant!
Glad you guys had a nice, relaxing time in Hawaii -- I'm totally jealous, of course.
Keep Oregon warm for us...
-tr
I like the way you ta-alk
mmmmhh.. I like the way you talk too mmmmhhmmmm
Damn spider monkeys, always causing trouble! ;)
~Laura
Ok I have a sidebar for the spider monkey discussion. Ron and I rented "Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby" last night (only rent if you like extremely dumb movies), and one of the kids in the movie said something about attacking someone like a spider monkey. I'm thinking this is where your family got their spider monkey talk...
Good find! That totally fits that movie.
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