Monday, December 20, 2010

National Boundaries

They both demand attention at the same time.  My son needs his Pikmin repaired forthwith and Nonna required her spectacles superglued, posthaste.  She has no qualms jumping the queue.

"You ave to wait your turn," she says shooing him aside,  "I need mummy more."

His mouth drops open, aghast, " said...mummy."

"So wot?  Wot it got to do wiv you den?"

I interject, dispute resolution and interpreter to the fore--put the fire out before it starts, "It's alright dear.  Nonna just forgot for a moment.  Maddy and mummy sound pretty much alike," I whisper as the hearing aides are still in the mail.

But he's not mollified for a moment,  "no ...  she is saying the English but Nonna is Italian."

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