Today, in between running house-related errands at Home Depot and SuperTarget, we had lunch at Chili’s. Our waitperson was enthusiatistic about bringing refills. She brought refills for our refills. Those refills got refills. At one point I am sure we had 14 drinks on the table, either half full or half empty. This led to confusion:
Aidan: Sammy is drinking Boo’s…
Me: Sammy is NOT drinking booze!
Aidan: Yes, Sammy is drinking Boo’s!
Me: Booze is alcohol! Children do not drink alcohol! Alcohol is a grown-up drink. It isn’t funny to say that Sammy is drinking booze! (meanwhile, I am wondering where she heard the word “boozeâ€)
Aidan: Sammy is drinking Boo’s lemonade, mom!
I realized a misunderstanding of “Three’s Company†proportion had just occured. Aidan was talking about how Sammy was drinking Tommy’s (nicknamed Boo since practically birth) lemonade. I was thinking “boozeâ€.
I hope Aidan never counts to six in German. My heart will do a triple back flip with a twist as I tell her to always remember that six is something to be shared by married grown-ups who love each other very much. If a boy ever tries to get her to explore six, she should say no. It is never worth risking a reputation or moral beliefs over casual six.
And she will look at me and tell me that maybe she will learn Spanish instead.
(originally posted July 28, 2005)
No Norwegian either, in that case.