30-something years ago, Mom was shopping in the local hardware store with my sister snoozing in the stroller. Mom passed gas and without missing a beat turned her shocked face toward her slumbering child and exclaimed, “Meg!” Thus was born a rich family tradition.
Thanks to Aunt Meg we have a scapegoat for everything. Mess on the couch? Aunt Meg did it! Cat vomit? Aunt Meg did it! A few days ago we read Book of Bad Manners
Archie doesn’t completely grasp the passing of the buck- his chanting is generally followed by, “See? I burped and said ‘Aunt Meg did it’!”
Then the other day we were watching the History Channel. Carter and I were learning about Egypt and paranoid government officials, when it cut to an oilfield covered with flames. The narrator tsked while talking about so much oil that it could spurt gas out of the ground to burn.
The boys two voices raised as one:
Aunt Meg did it!
This is the cookie we sent her for her birthday- Apparently, “Aunt Meg did it” was too much for the cookie person to grasp and so it reads “Aunt Meg dit it” whatever that means.
