Saturday, September 22, 2012

Foreign Language

Wife (to my oldest): Go to the room, to the bottom thing of the thing that we have and bring me a brush.

My daughter leaves and comes back with not just a brush, but the exact (of several million we seem to have) hair brush my wife had in mind.

Me? I'm still trying to figure out which room she's talking about.

5 comments:

Ruth said...

Yup, that sounds about right lol

Shepherd K said...

Oh, you poor bast...um...fellow sufferer. Yeah, that's it. I was forced to learn "Thingie" as a young lad living in a single parent household with my mother and sister. So, it's a first language for me. Just accept that you will never grasp the full complexity of it as a second language. It's too contextually dependent. Without the reference queues, you are doomed.

Old NFO said...

Yep, they truly have their 'own' language... sigh...

Anonymous said...

I smiled when I read this post. It brought back a happy memory of my mother who passed away two months ago this year.

Once we were playing Pictionary. Mom and I were paired up together. The word was "parallel".

I drew two 24 bottle soda cases. Mom's first guess was "perpendicular".
Her second was "parallel".

Everyone was completely stumped who she could have guessed the word from my drawing in under 10 seconds.

There was an event years earlier involving soda cases where we discussed the meaning of perpendicular and parallel for nearly 10 minutes.

Thank you for sharing your moment of bewilderment! It's brought back a great memory of a dear women I greatly miss...

Anonymous said...

Sorry that should have been two years ago this month. See what happens when you type under the influence...