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Introductions in the South

**Apologies to my Daddy in advance!***

My Daddy, the kids and I went to a swim meet this weekend in Baton Rouge.  We sat with other families from our team, but Daddy hadn’t met most of them.  Of course, I introduced him to the other parents following the rules in this fabulous book.  Our conversations went something like this :

Me:  Daddy, this is AH’s husband CM.  CM, this is my Daddy SR.

Daddy:  Oh, so you’re H’s son-in-law.

 

Me: Daddy, this is  KK.  KK, this is my Daddy SR.

Daddy:  How’s your Dad?  I haven’t seen him since last week.

 

Me:  Daddy, this is LD.  LD, this is my Daddy SR.

Daddy:  How’s your father-in-law?

 

Me:  Daddy, this is AC.  AC, this is my Daddy SR.

Daddy:  And who are your people?  (SERIOUSLY!?!?!)

AC:  Um…you probably don’t know them.  They are from Tennessee.

Daddy:  Oh, so I might have met them in a Cracker Barrel.

 

Yes, in the South, we do introduce our elders first.  And…apparently EVERYONE knows my Daddy.  :rolling eyes: