Well, at least he won’t have problems in the school cafeteria, because Sloppy Joes are a dish best served cold.
When the kid gets to first grade, give him a thesaurus. He will find it … useful.
Geez, the “Indian-speaking” kid was in really bad shape… nobody seems to have even figured out which language he did speak!
Crandolph writes:
> Geez, the “Indian-speaking” kid was in really bad shape… nobody seems to
> have even figured out which language he did speak!
Imagine how embarrassed the parents were when they came in to enroll their child:
“Hi, we’ve just moved here, and we’d like to enroll our son for kindergarten. We should warn you though. He only speaks some Indian language.”
“What language is that?”
“We’re not sure.”
“Huh? Incidentally, you’re not of Indian ancestry, are you? Why were you in India? Were you missionaries or Peace Corps or what?”
“Oh, we’re not Indian. We’re of German, English, and Swiss ancestry. We just moved here from a farm in Ohio. We’re not sure why our son decided to speak this Indian language. We’ve been trying to figure out what it is. We keep asking the waiters in every Indian restaurant we go into, and we’re sure it’s not Hindi, Marathi, or Gujarati. We think it’s more likely to be some Dravidian language like Telagu or Kannada.”
Don’t they have Klingon summer camps?
Then again, he might reject the spaghetti and complain that he wants live gagh.