We have a phenomenon in our home called “GCA.”
It started years ago when Real Man and I started dating.
I noticed that every time he would chew gum, his attitude would change.
He’d become all tough and badass.
Pair some sunglasses with the gum and watch out Pacino.
When I finally made the connection between the gum and the attitude, I came up with a name for it.
GCA.
Gum Chewin’ Attitude.
I can tell when he’s chewing gum even when we are on the phone, and no, it’s not because I can hear him chomping.
“Hi sweetie!” I say.
“Hey,” is the response I get through the phone line.
“How’s your day?”
“Good.”
Pause.
“Are you chewing gum?”
“Yep.”
He likes to say that I get GCA, too, but that totally isn’t true.
I’m chewing gum right now and there is no GCA in sight.
And if there was, you wanna make somethin’ outta it?
Baby and Monkey Girl love to chew gum, but so far, they haven’t inherited GCA.
In fact, I think Baby has GCC.
Yes…Gum Chewin’ Cuteness.
So, if you see Real Man coming down the street and his jaws are working, if you engage in conversation with him, just know that he’s not mad at you.
It’s the gum.
