Sunday, August 30, 2009
Know the lingo
I was showing Kianna, my two-and-a-half-year-old niece, a video of Joe's theatrical performance in Coventry Precinct from last week; a garish and obscure affair which ended with the dad and I baffled as to its true meaning and exchanging words to such effect.
Hearing the voices on the video recording, Kianna's curiosity was piqued.
"Oo's talkin'?" she demanded.
"Me and Grandad," I said, conscious of how weird it feels to call my own dad Grandad.
"Uncle Dan an' Grandad," repeated Kianna solemnly. "An'... me tun-tun." I burst into laughter.
For those not in the know, tun-tun is a West Indies term for vagina. Why Kianna felt the need to bring it up at this moment is anyone's guess.
Hearing the voices on the video recording, Kianna's curiosity was piqued.
"Oo's talkin'?" she demanded.
"Me and Grandad," I said, conscious of how weird it feels to call my own dad Grandad.
"Uncle Dan an' Grandad," repeated Kianna solemnly. "An'... me tun-tun." I burst into laughter.
For those not in the know, tun-tun is a West Indies term for vagina. Why Kianna felt the need to bring it up at this moment is anyone's guess.
