“Lower your voice girl. We ain’t in no cornfield.”
Meaning: Speak softly. Not loudly.
My big brother Glen often scolded me about my voice level. Like most children, whenever I encountered something new I let out a loud shrill of excited dialog. Here’s a sample, compliments of Cartoon Network.
So Glen would shush me and remind me about our current geographic location. No cornfield in sight.
The problem: As a 5 year old city kid, I didn’t know much about cornfields. I’d never been in one. Frankly, I’m still uncertain about proper cornfield etiquette. But if I ever find myself in one I’m going to run around yelling my brother’s name at the top of my lungs:
“Glen! I’m in a cornfield! I’m in a cornfield! Glen! Glen! Weee!!”
Then with 50+ years of hushed giggles I’m going to laugh so long, loud and hard that I’ll pee!
Note to Self: Get away before the farmer shows up with the sheriff.