The Intricacies of 'Language She-She'
Every Sunday my Moms family (she is the 7th of 8 siblings) gets together to have dinner. Not everyone makes it every week but there are always at least a few of them and it's always incredibly frustrating and incredibly funny. Every single one of them is just slightly off their rockers.
This week my Aunt Sheila was trying (over and over again) to tell us about how she was showing our Facebook pictures to her friends. She kept forgetting what Facebook is called so she would say "That site" or "Your page" or "Your pictures" and every time Bren or I would correct her and say "...On Facebook?".
She would reply by giving us a dirty look or silently mouthing swear words at us. This is our favourite reaction -- but any reaction at all only adds fuel to the flames of family teasing. Vows of revenge, red cheeks, or silent curses are all like getting a metaphorical pat on the back. It says "We taught you well, you little monsters". You only have to watch out when you get an accusing/warning finger pointed at you. That's when you know to slide under the couch or table and hide until it's safe.
So every time she failed to remember the name 'Facebook', Brenna and I would smirk at each other because we are terrible brats who think we know everything.
At dinner there was a long pause during which Sheila offered, "Have you seen Alex's... Hotmail?"
We cracked up, and it only got worse when she confessed "I was trying really hard to say the right thing that time!" And I know what you are thinking. This is my aunt, who I dearly love, and shouldn't I cut her some slack?
I did. I gave her a huge hug in the kitchen to let her know I love her even when she says "Hotmail" when she means "Facebook". Or "Aluminuminum Foil" when she means "Aluminum Foil".
Kitchen background found here.