Getting Down and Dirty or why you need to get the words right!
This is a conversation between me, my friend Nancy in Toronto, and her nine year old daughter Lydia. We were in a Vietnamese restaurant in Toronto.
Lydia: Mom have you ever done the down and dirty?
Nancy: Excuse me?!
Lydia: The down and dirty, you know when you eat in a restaurant and then run out without paying.
Me: Oh, you mean dine and dash.
Lydia: Yeah, the down and dirty, have you ever done it Mom?
Nancy: Dine and dash, and no, I haven’t.
Lydia : Jan have you ever done the down and dirty?
Me: Dine and dash. No. My sister did it, but it was because of me.
Lydia: Tell me when your sister did the down and dirty.
Me: Dine and dash. Well, she was out for dinner with her neighbours and I was babysitting. It was about a week after Halloween.
Lydia: Get to the part where she does the down and dirty.
Me: Dine and dash. Well, I had had a flu shot that day and then I didn’t have dinner because I wasn’t hungry, but when I got to my sister’s house I ate a lot of Halloween candy.
Lydia: What’s that got to do with the down and dirty?
Me: Dine and dash. I’m getting to that part. So, I was feeling sick and I laid down. I handed over the babysitting duties to my niece who was conflicted with enforcing the ‘no more candy’ rule, because she wanted more candy.
Lydia: Jan get to the part where your sister did the down and dirty.
Me: Dine and dash. I’m getting there. So I phoned my sister to tell her to come home. She thought I was really sick and then she did it.
Lydia: The down and dirty?
Me: No, she dined and dashed and left her neighbours holding the bill. I turned out to be okay.
Lydia: She did the down and dirty!
Me: Dine and dash.