Oh, and Rae and Michelle speak a language unfamiliar to leading anthropologists. On one hole Michelle won a bet from me, waved her index finger in the air like Beyonc� and declared with a grin, "Ya betta rec-uh-NIIIIIIIZE!!!"
And Mr. Hip replied, "What?"
Her shoulders slumped, and she grumbled, "Ask your daughter. She'll know."
So I did. One night Rae had her FANS up full, not hearing a word about her chores. So I suddenly wagged my index finger and said, in fluent Beyonc�, "Rae, ya betta rec-uh-NIIIIIIIZE!!!"
She stared at me for a good 20 seconds and then said, in all sincerity, "Dad? Will you promise me something?"
"Will you promise to never, ever do that in front of my friends?"
I promise...I'll only do it in front of the boys.