Momma never goed to work today. She called in dirty. An' she sayed what it beed all on my fault; 'cept that ain't even true. Weren't not me what leaved all a her clean laundries on the table. A course I thunk it were a snack. Look at what you done, George, she screamed on me. You has tore up all a my clean bras! Which, I never knowed what a flopper stopper bees a bra. I all a time thunk what a flopper stopper only jus' bees a flopper stopper. Even Momma sayed, I can't not go to work floppin' alls over hell's half-acre now, can I? An' she axed me all mad-like does I gots any ideas 'bout how bareassin' it bees for to hafta call in dirty at work. My only idea beed what she prawly shoulda called in floppy, astead.  I's grounded.