As many of you may already know, my first language is English, whereas its Cantonese for most others in Hong Kong. This often supplies me with my daily dosage of giggles.
Now I Know My ABC’s
Earlier today Willie and I were taking a stroll nearby my apartment. Being a normal Saturday afternoon, there were many families out and about enjoying the weather. We happened to pass by a mother and her son, and caught this little tidbit.
The mother was teaching her son how to spell various English words. We walked by right as she declared, “Sit. C-I-T, sit.”
Don’t Give Me Crap
Note: My stepdad speaks English aas a second language, and Cantonese as his first.
My mother has a strange animosity towards bread crust. Whenever presented with a slice or roll, she proceeds to tear out and eat the fluffy insides, and hand the crust to the nearest family member for them munch on.
Whenever I make some buns or loaves she likes to pig out on a few pieces, as few things are as pleasurable as freshly-baked bread. After slicing open a loaf one evening she grabbed a couple of slices and sat down on the couch with my stepdad, my little sister and me. As she picked her way through she’d occasionally reach over and hand my stepdad some crust.
We usually giggle at Mom when she does this, but we were all rather surprised when my stepdad remarked, “I always get the crap.” A bit of a rude thing to say in front of the little one. More crust was handed over and out popped the comment, “Ah, more crap.”
He looked over at Mom and I snickering, thought for a moment, then winced as he obviously mentally slapped himself. “Crust! I meant crust, not crap!”