There’s always something happening at mealtime it seems.
Myra: Can I have the trollers please?
Myra: That’s something that goes like…. (she moves her thumb and fingers together and apart).
I get it but pretend not to.
“What do you want to do with a troller?”
Myra: (impatiently) Pick up the hot dog and put it in the bun, Dadi!
“Oh, I couldn’t understand what it was. You mean tongs, right?
Myra: (Rolling her eyes) What’s that?
I hand her the tongs. “The smaller one is in the dish washer. You can use these kitchen tongs. I think it will do the job for you.”
Myra: Yes! That’s it… trollers, (she stressed the word with relief and a certain amount of triumph). She had imparted some knowledge to me.
She gave me a look that said… ‘hope you learn the right word.’
I had a good laugh behind her back!