she cuts the crusts off his sandwiches , she puts his nursie-school drawings on the fridge with magnets that look like little plastic fruits , she calls him 'bama and that 's a special name to him ( to them ) because his father taught him one drunk saturday afternoon to chant `` go wide , go wide , roll you tide , we do n't run and we do n't hide , we 're the 'bama crimson tide ! ''