Today Zany Dad and I spent the day at the house of friends in Summit, NJ. The husband, who is from Poland originally, served us this delicious honey-soaked poppyseed cake that's some kind of national delicacy, and Snookums couldn't get enough of it. She kept pointing her tiny finger at it and angry-moaning -- kind of like Donald Sutherland in Invasion of the Body Snatchers -- until I gave her more. And more.
At one point Zany Dad looked down at the black clumps of poppyseeds that were sprinkled all over the chair and floor.
"Oh no -- we are going to have to clean this up!" he said. "It looks as though she is eating it with her butt."
Come again?
"It looks as though she is eating it with her butt," he repeated insistently, as if I were deaf.
Normally Zany Dad speaks near-impeccable English. (His idea of bedtime reading is Nathaniel Hawthorne and Joseph Conrad.) But every once in a while, he slips up.
Like one time he referred to the Beatles as "the Bittles." And another time, he said, "I think our tenant has a crunch on you."
But this time I have NO idea what he's talking about. But it kinda sounds good -- like "talking out of your ass." So I'm going to start using it, and to hell with what it means.
1 comment:
That is hilarious!!!
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