Oh boy, was it a good week for funny things said around here! I started these posts so I could remember the silly and ridiculous things that come out of our mouths. This week there’s even a guest appearance from one of Paul’s sixth grade students!
Sophia leans over to Hope at the dinner table, “I want to tell ya somethin’…” she says excitedly.
Hope leans over to listen.
“Have to wait ’til next year!”
“Hope, while you’re supposed to be picking up toys is not a good time to pretend that you’re blind.” (me; and thank you Helen Keller book)
Paul was having a conversation with some of his middle school students regarding middle school smells. = ) I guess one of the guys started feeling a little in the hot seat so he blurted out, “Hey! I put deodorant on yesterday!”
It got better.
Later he defended himself, “Hey, cologne covers a multitude of scents.”
And… in my opinion, one of the funniest things I’ve heard around here in a long time.
To set it up, I have to give you a little background. We have this Curious George book about writing thank-you notes. On the back of the book, it shows how to pronounce “thank you” in several languages. The girls learned “Merci!” and get a great kick out of using it on me every now and then. We have said several times that I need to learn how to say “Your welcome” in French so I can respond to them.
All that to say, we were sitting at dinner one night (just the girls and I) and Sophia asked how to say “eye” in French. (Sometimes we get a little bored and crazy after being in the house all day together without Paul)
My computer happened to be on in the kitchen so I said, “I’ll go check for you.”
I googled it and listened to the pronunciation several times. Apparently, I don’t have an ear for the French language. To me, it sounded like, “Oh-ay?” “Oh-i?”
I told Sophia as best as I could and all the girls said it several times.
We finished dinner and I was just clearing the table when I saw Sophia go up to Hope and say, “Oh-ay!”
Hope’s response made me laugh out loud.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t understand you, I’m English.”
Then Sophia proceeded to follow her around the table pointing at her eye, blinking, and saying, “Oh-ay? Oh-ay? Oh-ay?”
The next night, the girls were repeating the aforementioned joke because they knew it made me laugh.
Hope had just finished saying, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I can’t understand you, I’m English,” when Gracie chimed in…
“I can’t stand you, ma’am! I’m anguish!”
Ohhhh, I love living with little kids! First-class entertainment.
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