You didn't think the "Sh*t (Fill in the Blank)s Say" phenomenon was yesterday's news, did you? I hope not, because there's just no way on God's green Earth we could possibly let St. Patrick's Day pass us by without putting together our own collection of Sh*t Irish Moms Say.
Aye, 'twould be a cryin' shame!
I'm half Irish myself (the good half, my Irish relatives would say), so I've got some personal experience to draw on here, not to mention the helpful contributions of many friends and family members whose childhood memories involve Irish dancing lessons, church, the sound of bagpipes, and the occasional sip of Guinness (shh, don't tell your mother!).
Anyway, that'll be enough blatherin' on from yours truly. Now, without further ado ...
Sh*t Irish Moms Say
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!"
"Maggie, Sean, Fiona, Mary, Andrew, Owen, Annie! Hurry up, we'll be late for mass!"
"How's the crack?" (actual word: craic)
"Mother of God!"
"You call that tea?"
"These potatoes aren't going to peel themselves."
"A little whiskey on the gums and that baby will stop his crying in no time."
"Don't mind your old man, he's off his face."
"A little bit of hard work never hurt anyone, Mr. High and Mighty."
"Put the heart crossways in me, why don't ya?!"
"How'd you like another little brother or sister?"
"If you lie down with dogs, you'll rise with fleas."
"Maggie, Sean, Fiona, Mary, Andrew, Owen, Annie! Hurry up, we'll be late for the funeral!"
"What do you take me for, some kind of fool?"
"Where's your brother?"
"What have you done to your sister?"
"Have some more mashed potatoes."
"This cold/flu/headache/backache/cough will be the death of me."
Are you an Irish mom? Do you have an Irish mom? What does she say?
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