Nephew #1 is not so good with "L"s and "R"s (*). And I'm not so good at telling one My Little Pony from another. So whoever gave Twilight Sparkle her name, I'm not happy with you.
Don't even get me started on the Rarity conversation.
ME: Is this one Pinky Pie?
HIM: ACTUALLY, Pinky Pie is the PINK one. This one's name is [unintelligble]
ME: Did you say...? Is it...Melody?
HIM:
No. It's [UNINTELLIGIBLE]. (seeing my confusion, thinks and comes up
with a new tack) ACTUALLY, It starts with the letter AWWH.
ME: Awwh? You mean "O?" Her name is...Oddity?
HIM: No. Awwh. As in, ACTUALLY, Uncle, you AWWH a f****ing idiot.
Okay, he didn't say that last sentence. Not out loud, anyways.
My
heart breaks for my nephew, because I can see how hard he's trying to
be understood, and how frustrating it is for him that he can't make
perfectly obvious things clear, and his confusion at how his Uncle seems
to speak English while still not understanding someone speaking English
right back.
Part of me wants to tell him it will get better, and
part of me wants to go, "You think it's tough now, kid, wait until you
get on the internet.
(*) Weirdly enough, he has no issues with 'liopleurodon.'
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