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It is both my job and my right to teach my nephew swear words in Spanish.
Ingrid's off at the hospitalnow again; baby Akayla (such a pretty name!) still hasn't been born yet, and she's set to be over ten pounds. Phill's nephew Marcus was 10 lbs 1 oz when he was born and I'm wondering if Kay's going to beat that. Should be interesting.
So my mom's been trying to keep the kid both quiet and entertained while she cleans, which, admittedly, is getting easier. He is three, so he can do lots of things on his own. But when I woke up, I took over a little bit while Mom swept some more. I noticed that while he still refuses to pronounce consonants, JJ's come a long way on understandability, or perhaps it's by living with him that I'm able to understand JJese. It's amusing. Somewhere in trying to teach him how to say some word better, the idea popped in my mind that I should teach him swears. But not just any swear, no. I needed to teach him the one his mother said most often when she was a kid: coño. And he did it surprisingly well.
So I went into the hallway and pointed toMom abuela, and then to myself tía, and then keys llaves he had in his hand. "¡Muy bien!" after each one he said. I had to say each word very deliberately to get him to pronounce them correctly.
JJ's favorite word is "MINE!" "My mommy," he'll say, and cling to his mom, "my auntie," "my gramma." And then we'll try to snatch each other away from him while he gets upset and tries to claim us again. It's a fun game. Mom got the brilliant idea to take the llaves away and say, "¡Mios!"
(I recently figured out that's why people who speak Spanish stick an S on the end of "mine" when they talk about more than one thing they own; there's a plural form of "mine" in Spanish. Took me long enough. Thanks, work, for teaching me more things.)
Naturally, I took them back with a "No, ¡mios!" It went on for a while until Mom tried to get JJ to take them back, and he said "mios" very well. But Mom and I went on a bit too long without giving him a chance to break in so when he finally took the llaves back, it was with a "NO MY MIOS!" XD!!! And then we tried teaching him "tuyo," but he kept saying it like "tío," so we need to hold off on that, considering there are two tíos here.
Yay Spanish.
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(What is this, a fic?)
Party in Manhattan tonight, like, a f'real one. No reason. Just party. With dinner and drinks and EVERYTHING. Starts 'round 7:30, but I'll be home early because I don't know what time I'll be working tomorrow. Should be loads of fun. I'm excited!
Ingrid's off at the hospital
So my mom's been trying to keep the kid both quiet and entertained while she cleans, which, admittedly, is getting easier. He is three, so he can do lots of things on his own. But when I woke up, I took over a little bit while Mom swept some more. I noticed that while he still refuses to pronounce consonants, JJ's come a long way on understandability, or perhaps it's by living with him that I'm able to understand JJese. It's amusing. Somewhere in trying to teach him how to say some word better, the idea popped in my mind that I should teach him swears. But not just any swear, no. I needed to teach him the one his mother said most often when she was a kid: coño. And he did it surprisingly well.
So I went into the hallway and pointed to
JJ's favorite word is "MINE!" "My mommy," he'll say, and cling to his mom, "my auntie," "my gramma." And then we'll try to snatch each other away from him while he gets upset and tries to claim us again. It's a fun game. Mom got the brilliant idea to take the llaves away and say, "¡Mios!"
(I recently figured out that's why people who speak Spanish stick an S on the end of "mine" when they talk about more than one thing they own; there's a plural form of "mine" in Spanish. Took me long enough. Thanks, work, for teaching me more things.)
Naturally, I took them back with a "No, ¡mios!" It went on for a while until Mom tried to get JJ to take them back, and he said "mios" very well. But Mom and I went on a bit too long without giving him a chance to break in so when he finally took the llaves back, it was with a "NO MY MIOS!" XD!!! And then we tried teaching him "tuyo," but he kept saying it like "tío," so we need to hold off on that, considering there are two tíos here.
Yay Spanish.
(What is this, a fic?)
Party in Manhattan tonight, like, a f'real one. No reason. Just party. With dinner and drinks and EVERYTHING. Starts 'round 7:30, but I'll be home early because I don't know what time I'll be working tomorrow. Should be loads of fun. I'm excited!
