Tuesday, December 28, 2010
The Darndest 2
"R! It's time to get dressed."
"R!! Please answer me when I'm talking to you!"
"My name is not R. My name is Black Chest."
"Black Chest? Why Black Chest?"
"You know, like a pirate."
"You mean, like Black Beard?"
"Exactly, but I don't have a beard, so I'm Black Chest."
Or later the same day, on a walk with B to the merkaz he says to me, "I'm having a vision."
Startled, I reply, "Wow, a vision of what exactly?"
"You know, where you divide one number by another: A Vision."
Along the same lines last week he came home from school and told me his test was on "Divination".
"You know, multiplication, divination."
And so begins the long slow dance of forgetting our English...