"I ain't scared! I'm waiting."
"Well, whatcha waitin' on Will? The dern tree is unstable! Just jump on down into Mommy's arms."
"I WILL... I will. Just, in a bit. Come back in a little."
"Willie, I am not leaving you here while your life is swinging on an old rotten fig tree. This dern tree's given me grief on grief over the years and I ain't lettin' it give me the ultimate grief! Not today, tomorrow, or never! No, sir."
"Momma, whatchu talking about?"
"DERNIT, Willie. I'm talking 'bout you! Just, oh Lord WATCH WHERE YOU STEPPIN'! Oh, Lord! Oh, ok, Ohhhh. Ok, just. Just a little easy jump. I always catch you safe and sound, don't I?"
"Yeah, but. But I just kinda wanna try it on my own, Momma... Ok?"
"Ohh..... dernit, Willie. Will ya just, just be a little careful. Or a lot careful, actually! A LOT, now y--"
"YEAH, Momma. I'll be CAREFUL! Ok?"
"You gotta get outta the way or we'll both get hurt."
"I really don't wanna, Willie."
"I know, Momma. But, please?"