Every time I have a specialty bagel lately I am so….sad. My Tommy is going to Pre-K where he is going to have a full time speech therapist.. “ Tommy-Talk” as It’s known in my house will no longer exist.. All the endearing gibberish, missing R’s and dropped L’s will be but a memory… There will be no more .. “God Bwess You!!” when someone sneezes and there will be no more calling my sisters boyfriend WYAN instead of Ryan… I bet your thinking.. WHAT THE HECK DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH BAGELS??? Let me fill you in….When Tommy was three..he went to get “fancy bagels" from a local specialty shop with my dad. Upon his return he walked into my kitchen where my Mom , sisters and I were having their normal “Italian Loud” discussions.. I say this because most people would interpret their communication as screaming..but as my sister Beth likes to point out.. (We are not yelling..We are Italian..) anyway…Tommy ran in with a bag as big as him… Mommy..I got you a “stwabewy”(translation:strawberry) bagel…and Me-ma..(this is what he calls my mom..) I got you a Bitch Bagel!!!!! The kitchen was frozen in awkward silence. I finally realized I WAS HIS MOTHER I should say something….. “Tommy ..What did you say??” I almost whispered… “A Bitch Bagel!! The man said these bitches were fwom GAWJA.”.. Just then my dad appeared and interjected.. “.NO TOMMY!!!! SAY PEACH BAGEL…PEACH!!!” We all started laughing so hard.. Then my sister Beth turned to me and said. . “Yeah but does it come with a big cup of shut the f-up??” So now you can empathize with me when I order bagels
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