When Lulu was little she could say the letter s just fine: see, shoe, stop. She had also mastered n: noodle, nothing, no. But put the two together and she’d fall apart. Snake was hnake; sniffle became hniffle.
Thus, the stuff outside is called hnow.
So my older daughter won’t feel left out, it’s because of her that I call raisins rambeens and Kleenex neegotz.
I sincerely believe that one can never have too much chopped liver. So here is Lauren’s mother’s version.
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Oh good. A blog post in which the second word is about ME. You’re on the right track.
Also: HNNNNOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW! I’m so envious. Save some for me. Gorgeous.
Is Lauren’s Mama the real deal? I don’t know because I can’t keep track of all your new friends.
Your younger girl-child is still adorable, isn’t she? But when she was itty-bitty–good GAWD was she precious!
Thankfully you had the presence of mind to fix her hairlip when she was young, and to have them also remove her tail-stump while she was under.
Did you tell everyone that my third word was “shit”?!
I like that story better.
But thank you, Ninna, for considering my fragile feelings.
For once.
P.S. There’s a book that came out a few years ago-an anthology, I think-about Jewish muthas, and it’s called “You Never Call, You Never Write”.
Brilliant
It be snow here too, you are not the only one to have snow, but it be not as cold as there, but WHITE in a lot of places and also BLACK ice.