The Militants

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For those of you who did not know, my maiden name was Middleton (none of us got an invitation to the royal wedding). Sometimes our Southern dialect causes the beginning of the word and the ending of the word to run together. 

During the time I felt I had been banished to Hickeytown, the Israeli and Palestinian conflicts were heating up with border raids, gun battles, and nightly reports of the "militants this and militants that". 

I guess my little sister had finally heard enough because she got all huffed up and said, "I wish they would quit talking about the 'Middletons".

Comments

  1. AnonymousMarch 25, 2012 at 2:13 AM

    Cute story and photo!

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  2. PondsideMarch 25, 2012 at 2:32 AM

    Don't you just love the things little ones say.

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  3. MichaeleMarch 25, 2012 at 8:29 AM

    That photo is you right? Spittin' image : ) One time my dad told my mom they should by stock and I thought we were getting cattle lol

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  4. TexWisGirlMarch 25, 2012 at 9:11 AM

    too cute! is that your sis in the photo? precious!!!!

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  5. UnknownMarch 25, 2012 at 1:23 PM

    Adorable picture & share.
    Have a beautiful day ~
    TTFN ~
    Marydon

    ~ GIVEAWAY ends 3/30 ~

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  6. A Colorful WorldMarch 26, 2012 at 4:06 PM

    Very cute, Rita!

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  7. KerinMarch 29, 2012 at 3:18 PM

    Too funny!
    It never ceases to amaze me the things that kids say.
    I remember trying to use big words when I was just little.
    I told everyone that their ice cream tasted intellegent.
    Whoops :)

    I've started a new blog (I'm keepin' the old one private for family) and I'd love to invite you to follow me and read along.
    Just click on my name next to my comment.
    Hope to see you soon over at
    always fixin never sittin. blogspot

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