Saturday, December 05, 2009

Sorting Out The Details

This morning I spoke to my mother, who had another story for me about my youngest nephew; he is a treasure trove of some of the best things to ever come out of a human's mouth. OK, I may be a teensy weensy bit biased, but he does come up with some good stuff.

For the sake of the story, I have to give you a little background on my mother's New York accent. As many New Yorkers do, they add letters where they often don't belong and very often it's the "r" at the end of a word. For example, my mother says my name, Salena, as "Salener"; idea, as "idear"; bra as "brar", karma as "karmar", soda as "soder". You get the idea.

My nephews love this about her. They always say that Nana (or Nanar, when they are teasing her) calls Papa, "Popper". This story is about an interaction between my mother and my youngest nephew about "Popper".

Last night as they sat down for dinner, my mother called out to my step-father to come to the table. She always calls him Papa in the presence of the kids, so she said "Come on, Popper, it's time to eat." He didn't come right away (bad Papa!) so my nephews then followed her lead and said, "Yeah, Popper! Come to the table. It's time to eat." Giggling ensued.

Then the youngest said to my mother, "Is Popper my real grandfather, because Grandpa Sal is my real grandfather, but he's in heaven."

My mother said, "Yes. Grandpa Sal is your father's father and Grandpa Ken is your mother's father and Papa is your father's step-father. But they're all your grandfathers."

"So Papa is my step-grandfather?" he said.


"Well, no, not really," my mother said. "He's just your grandfather. The reason he's your Daddy's step-father is because Grandpa Sal was my first husband and Papa is my second husband."

"Oh. So then he's your step-husband??"

And there you have the inner workings of a six-year old's mind.


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1 YEAR AGO:
Eddie On A Cliff Friday
2 YEARS AGO:
Christmas Meme!
3 YEARS AGO:
”O” My God
4 YEARS AGO:
Five Already???

1 comment:

Gil said...

Beautiful!!! Does your mom make "sangwiches"?