Mummy: (to the gardener) Hey, what's your name?
Gardener: Marguerito.
Mummy: (to me) Rishi, can you say uncle's name?
Me: Mosquito.
(Mummy suddenly remembers some rather important work in the kitchen, where she proceeds post-haste).
The Embarrassment Files
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The Grass Is Always Mottled Brown on the Other Side
[Ed: We're moving, and the apartment is almost empty. Carpets way more visible].
Me: Mamma, there's so much ... grass.
The Flying Spiderman.
Me: Spiderman dekhoge.
Papa: (in an effort to entice me to have my breakfast) Ok, I'll put on Spiderman, but you have to eat first. You know what makes Spiderman strong? The food he eats.
Me: (after some thought). Spiderman doesn't eat. Spiderman flies.
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