Good grief. I just caught myself duplicating one of my mother’s mannerisms–and I mean to a T.
Ma was very hep to politics and culture, and had absolutely no patience with Cherished Minorities and their sponsors–especially when they tried to come over all precious and sweet. Reading their comments from a newspaper article, or repeating something she’d heard in a nooze broadcast, Ma ascribed to these characters a high-pitched, heavily lisping, garbled delivery.
I just realized I do that. Yup, was doing it just now. Just the way she did it.
Well, Ma, I’m carrying on your work as best I can. I really don’t mind being a chip off your old block.