So my dad has taken a sudden interest in Spanish and has asked me to teach him some phrases. Those of you that know my father will probably take great pleasure in reading this. Those of you that don't, this is my dad:
No, that is not his real hair. Yes, he is a BAMF, and yes, he is a gun-toting, immigration disparaging, hegemonically-masculine, "if you come to America you better speak English," conservative republican. Although we rarely see eye-to-eye on such matters, I love him and he'll always be my hero.
These are the words/phrases he has asked for:
Cauliflower: what? why do you want to know how to say cauliflower? ok, well, in anycase, it is coliflor. He didn't try to pronounce this one, just nodded his head in acceptance."my child" or "my daughter": mi niña (mee nee-nyah) or mi hija (mee ee-hah). His attempts at pronouncing these were as follows: "meeeneeena...meeeeena..is that it? am I saying it right? mee neeena? what was the other one? meeeha? heema? mee-ha!" Yep, close enough.
"the dumb dog" (directed at our puppy, Pauly. My father has always had a strange way of showing affection): la perra tonta (it's a she, also I don't recommend using this phrase unless it is explicitly clear that you are actually speaking of an actual female dog). "meeaa pero tonto...tonto pero! what is it again? mee peara tanta...(followed by several other variations on this theme, but finally) mee peara tonta!" Go dad, look at you learning Spanish!
To preface this last one, my dad is a little obsessive compulsive about the bathroom we share. The other night around 11 he rousted me out of my warm snuggly bed in order to instruct me on the proper way to enter and close the shower curtain (I wish I was kidding). This is the conversation that followed: "Let me show you something, let me show you something, how do you get in the shower?" Through the side farthest from the showerhead of course. "No, that is not acceptable, you go like thiiiiiissss (showing me how to open the shower curtain from the side closest to the showerhead), and then like thiiiiis (how to get in), and then you go like thiiiiis (how to close it), and everything is hunky-dory. Kate, say this, 'I am a slob.' I'm going to call up that lady you stayed with in Spain, how do you say 'Hello! I am the father of the slob that just left your place!' in es-pan-ol?" I did not translate this for him.
In other news, I made my first tortilla española today!
And another photo of my dad just because it's a good one, he loves that thing.
Peace, ladies and gents.
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