Because I got one. It’s a little on the dark side, but I know y’all can handle that just fine.
Goes like this…
Monday night, Boudreaux put his lil’ 3 year old daughter Clotile to bed, tole her a story and listened to her prayers – an’ what she done said was some kinda somethin’…
“God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, and God bless Grandma and goodbye Paw-Paw.”
Perplexed, Boudreaux asked, “Mais cher, how come you say goodbye Paw-Paw?”
The little girl said, “Shoo, I don’t know, Daddy. It just seemed like the thing to do.”
Paw-Paw died on Tuesday morning.
You probably ain’t surprised that Boudreaux thought it was a strange coincidence.
An’ then four Monday nights later Boudreaux put dat lil’ girl to bed and listened to her prayers which went like this:
“God bless Mommy, God Bless Daddy and goodbye Maw-Maw.”
Tuesday afternoon, Maw-Maw done died.
“Mais what?” thought Boudreax. “I got me a daughter what’s in contact wit’ dat other side.”
Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say:
“God bless Mommy and goodbye Daddy.”
Dat done gave Boudreaux a good case o’ de frissons. He practically went into shock. He couldn’t sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office.
He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch and watched the clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay.
He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day, he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound.
Finally, midnight arrived, and Boudreaux breathed a sigh of relief and went home.
When he got home his wife Marie said: “Mais, I never seen you work so late. What’s de matter?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Boudreaux replied. “I done just spent the worst day of my life.”
Marie said, “Mais, you think you had a bad day, you never gon’ believe what happened to me this morning. You know Thibodeaux, de golf pro at de club? Dat po’ man, he dropped dead in the middle of my lesson.”