I had to share, though, immediately. It's that good.
They sat down to their chicken nuggets and sliced berries and milk.
Silence fell across the table as they took in the repast before them.
And then:
"Ms. Megan," Bubba asked, "You guys have any okwa?"
"Son," I replied reverently, "You have come to the right place."





Is he a Southerner? Did you have any?
ReplyDeleteToo perfect!
ReplyDeleteI love it! He must have southern roots!
ReplyDeleteHe's as far from bein' Southern as they come! And I did have some okwa. It was fwozen.
ReplyDeleteDid his mom or dad put him up to that or did he come up with it all on his own???
ReplyDeleteI thought the same thing! I don't think they did, though. I think he really did want some okwa.
ReplyDeleteMy kid loves his pickled okra! All came from his Papa.
ReplyDeleteThat is a hoot. Did he eat any??? How sweet can that be anyway...
ReplyDeleteseriously....too awesome.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm sure you immediately got out your owka and fwied him up some, right! It is too cute what comes out of kids' mouths!!
ReplyDeletePwecious!! :-)
Joys like that make time stop for just a little bit, don't they?!
ReplyDeleteThat is stinkin' hilarious! You gotta keep that kid around.
ReplyDeleteOh, very nice!
ReplyDeleteI made okra last week when my father-in-law was visiting. Although we've always had a good relationship, I think he appreciates me even more now.
Aaaa! Okwa??? TOO CUTE!!! :)
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't mind some okwa, myself, right now! :)
ReplyDeleteThat is just too good! When i was a kid one of my fave things was pickled okra! Cant find it anywhere now except when i go down south! Love love love it!
ReplyDeleteHe is your long lost soul mate! How wonderful!
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