Brian has started speaking Teenage.
I am pretty sure it qualifies as a foreign language.
So … I scoured the Internet for a language interpreter software that might help me understand this new form of communicating. I Googled “Teenage Interpreter” and all Google recommended was an article on the arrival of the first Europeans, a Route 66 Remembered website and The Occupation of Iraq link by the New York Times.
Hmmmm … the New York Times link could be my closest bet.
You might wonder what moved me to search the Internet for a Teenage foreign language tutorial. It occurred just after overhearing the following conversation between Brian and his father:
“Can I go over to Gus’ house sometime?”
“This kid from school…”
“Do you know where he lives?”
“Well, where does he live?”
“Uhhhhh …. I think he lives really close.”
“Or really far … can we go by there?”
“And where would there be?”
“Dad! It’s not that difficult!”
He lost me at Gus, let alone the really close or really far part. I suppose we could just drop him off in the middle of nowhere and Gus might magically appear. Or, he could kick the heels of his skateboard shoes together three times and a magical woman in a pink dress with a Scarecrow, a Tin Man and a Lion could lead him to Gus’ house.
Or I could just make him take the clean dishes out of the dishwasher, feed the pets and take out the garbage.
I don’t need an interpreter to make him do that.
Gus, if you are out there … Brian is hoping you’ll drop your house in our backyard, thus killing the witch that is making him do chores.
She has red hair and some really great shoes.
Until next time-
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