Huckleberry of the Black Tongue

There is really no telling how Huckleberry talks when he is with his buddies.

Huck played outside with a neighbor all day Saturday. They ran around in a goat pasture with grass up to their chests. Naturally, he came home eat up with chigger bites. When he got out of the bathtub last night, he asked me if I would put some Caladryl on them. Apparently, though, Caladryl burns as it dries. Huck said "OWOWOW! Can I say a bad word?"

I said that yes he could, because after all, I am trying to be nonchalant about his whole trash mouth thing. He asked "Can I say the F word?" I said that no, he could not, so he said "Son of a shit" and "Bitch" at the top of lungs. Then he looked me squarely in the eye and said that he would have felt better if he could have said "Mother Bleeper".

It's the Harris in him. Or probably the Dean. My Granny, Bessie Dean, married a Harris. All of us with the blood of that coupling in our veins have black tongues.