The other day, our family and Sacha were invited over to a friend’s house. We walked up the drive way and saw that our host, Slovenian Irish Dance American History Teacher Guy, was grilling something in his big green ceramic egg (whose sheer size I think is intended to compensate for something else, but never mind).
Host Showing Off His French And His Grill: Oeuf!
Sacha: eyebrows furrowed
Host Trying a Different Pronunciation: Ooolf!
My Ebayer in Solidarity: Ooolf!
Sacha: Ooolf?
Professional MEESL Teacher Showing Them How It's Done: Egg! I begin flapping my elbows and clucking.
Sacha: Chicken?
Professional MEESL Teacher and Thespian Extraordinaire: E-gggg! I flap my elbows again, cluck and then cradle my arms.
Sacha: Baby Chicken?
Host Who Doesn't Know When To Quit: Uulf!
My Ebayer in Solidarity: Uulf!
Sacha: Uulf?
Professional MEESL Teacher Who Feels Victory Around the Corner: E-e-gggaa! I flap my elbows, cluck, cradle my arms, put my left leg in, take my left leg out....then I curl my hands in an oval shape and pantomime cracking it open and stirring. E-G-G. Omelette. Egg!
Sacha: Ah, yes. “If”.
Professional and Gloating MEESL Teacher: Yes! Egg!
Host: olf!
Sacha: No “If”.
EBayer: uulf?
Sacha: No, "If".
Host: "F"?
Thirsty MEESL Teacher Putting Imaginary Bottle To Mouth And Chugging: Excuse me, I''l be back.
Speaking of failed outings, Nanny Goats suggested we take Sacha to Dave and Busters, which I thought was brilliant. Only we don’t have one here. So I took Sacha to a blues festival instead. Do you think he minded sitting outside in the rain?
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