Love Ke Liye Kucch Bhi Karega
You can see the translation here.
The 5-year-old Sysmidgets are learning to read. We spend all day with them picking out words that they see, sounding out the letters and trying to work out the pronunciation. They are doing a wonderful job. While we encourage and support them, we're also letting them do the bulk of the work. They tend to enjoy things more, and learn more, if they're doing most of the mental heavy lifting.
On Saturday, we went to the circus. The bad one, where they mistreat all of the animals. I'm just holding on to my dream that they start mistreating the clowns, too. Anyway, there was a woman standing in her seat in front of us. Bad enough, right? We could only see 2-1/2 out of 3 rings! But the best part was, she had the brand name of her sweat suit written across her ass: "Fetish."
The boys did a fine job of sounding it out. But then they asked me what it meant. I was going to say "it's like a hobby." But instead I told them it was her name, pronounced "fet-eesh". I could've been right, for all I know.
The 5-year-old Sysmidgets are learning to read. We spend all day with them picking out words that they see, sounding out the letters and trying to work out the pronunciation. They are doing a wonderful job. While we encourage and support them, we're also letting them do the bulk of the work. They tend to enjoy things more, and learn more, if they're doing most of the mental heavy lifting.
On Saturday, we went to the circus. The bad one, where they mistreat all of the animals. I'm just holding on to my dream that they start mistreating the clowns, too. Anyway, there was a woman standing in her seat in front of us. Bad enough, right? We could only see 2-1/2 out of 3 rings! But the best part was, she had the brand name of her sweat suit written across her ass: "Fetish."
The boys did a fine job of sounding it out. But then they asked me what it meant. I was going to say "it's like a hobby." But instead I told them it was her name, pronounced "fet-eesh". I could've been right, for all I know.
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12:57 PMBecause I'm having trouble controlling my rage these days, I would've pushed her skanky ass down and pummelled her with one of those glow stick things they sell there.
You're too polite.
1:58 PM
I don't know what I love more, this post or Übie's response.
The last circus I took Beck to was about 3 years ago. The animals were so obviously mistreated that we left early (he wanted to leave also) and I've never been back.
Thanks for the sweatpant idea though. I think I'll have some made up for me that say: "Eat Shit". That would be classy, no?
4:03 PM
I suppose it would've been wrong to say that it's pronounced fat ass.
8:32 PM
I'm just glad you're teaching them at an early age to appreciate skanky behinds. Maybe someday at a county fair or tractor pull, you can teach them one of our favorite games, "Spot the slut"
10:35 AM
You're referring, of course, to Greece. The entire country. Made up entirely of cobblestones, sand, gravel, and the women that stumble over them on spike heels.
12:03 PM
Sigh...
Sounds like a paradise to me.
xoxo Rev. Jack
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