Savannah Wants the Short Version

I continue to get notes from porchers interested in the latest on Savannah Grace, that precocious child we’ve watched grow up on the All Things Southern porch. Well, the truth is that Savannah is now in high school and she isn’t “in” to me talking about her current affairs on the radio. Sadly, we must content ourselves with stories from the past where Miss Savannah is concerned. Fortunately, Miss Thang has given us permission to do that. So, here’s a little blast from the past.

Once when Savannah was in the fifth grade Julia picked her and her brother up from school. Savannah was in rare form. She didn’t crawl in the car good before she started in. She was hot, school was hard, the other girls were mean, her teacher didn’t like her; the list of complaints went on and on.

“And to top it off,” Savannah whined. “I’ve got to write a stupid report over the weekend! It’s on farming, too. Do I look like a farmer to you? And I’m supposed to interview someone about it, whatever that means. I think it’s stupid. Don’t you think it’s stupid?”

Julia gave Savannah a stern look. “No, I don’t, Savannah, and don’t say stupid. It doesn’t sound nice.”

They were still discussing the report when they pulled up under the carport.

“Mama,” Savannah said, “I don’t understand farming and I don’t know why I should have to fill in all this stuff. I’m supposed to write a whole paragraph on crop rotation. Will you help me?”

“I could, sweetie,” Julia said. “But I need to start supper so we can eat before we go to the game. I’ve already told you that your daddy could help you better than I could. Why don’t you wait ‘til he gets home and ask him?”

Savannah promptly gathered up her notebook and headed for the computer. “No, thanks,” she said. “I don’t want to know that much about it.”

Hugs,
Shellie