Presenting....Cheese!!!
There is a funny thing that happens when a three-year-old knows his name and can say it. Even funnier when it is unpronounceable in English.
This is not "ha, ha" funny...more like "what on earth are we going to do?" funny.
Kagiso ("Ka-hee-so") had his first U.S. physical exam and now we have to traipse him around town for the myriad of specialists who need to check his heart (a murmur), his throat (snoring), his ears (he is so loud...do they even work?), and the lab (which checks his poop--which of course he thinks is quite normal due to the fact that Oskar and I both now are sporting parasites and other "abnormalities").
At any rate, the office managers and receptionists from these various medical specialists have been phoning the house this week and when I answer there is a chipper greeting followed by a line like, "I am looking for the parents of....." I normally help them along and volunteer the name of my youngest.
Today, however, she boldly went forward and asked for the parent of "Queso."
Seriously, I have a line. For the record, I would not let my son keep a name if it was "cheese."Nope. Never.
There is a funny thing that happens when a three-year-old knows his name and can say it. Even funnier when it is unpronounceable in English.
This is not "ha, ha" funny...more like "what on earth are we going to do?" funny.
Kagiso ("Ka-hee-so") had his first U.S. physical exam and now we have to traipse him around town for the myriad of specialists who need to check his heart (a murmur), his throat (snoring), his ears (he is so loud...do they even work?), and the lab (which checks his poop--which of course he thinks is quite normal due to the fact that Oskar and I both now are sporting parasites and other "abnormalities").
At any rate, the office managers and receptionists from these various medical specialists have been phoning the house this week and when I answer there is a chipper greeting followed by a line like, "I am looking for the parents of....." I normally help them along and volunteer the name of my youngest.
Today, however, she boldly went forward and asked for the parent of "Queso."
Seriously, I have a line. For the record, I would not let my son keep a name if it was "cheese."Nope. Never.
You are too funny! At least the woman the woman on the phone made an attempt.
ReplyDeleteQueso?! I am reading this story in the dark of my bedroom while Hal is off in dreamland...but I'm jiggling the bed with my restrained laughter. Queso. Girl, you've just got to laugh during the whole experience, parasites and all, or it would be too intensely unbelievable at times. Oh the Guatemala memories you're experience has brought to mind, the crazy comments from Americans, the prayers, the playoffs, the strong drinks...
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