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PSA: I am a walking liability

This just in: Apparently I cannot say the word BOMB either.

This came up because Mr. Monk, my 8-year old, was crying before bedtime due to some teasing on his brother’s part and yelling on my part. When I put him to bed, I asked him why he cried so much and he said, “Because I am sensitive.”

“So you are like a snail?” I said, jokingly, hoping to cheer him up. Utter fail, I know. Snail? WTF, right?

“Why? Because you think I am slow?”

“No. I mean snails are sensitive.” Beats me really. I have never actually looked at a snail longer than one second before I ran away screaming let alone touched one.

“That’s dumb.” He said, with half a smile.

“Ok. Fine. You are sensitive like a bomb.”

“What?”

“A bomb.”

“A bong? What?” No, I don’t think he knows what a bong is thank you very much. It is hard for me to spell the onomatopoeia as Mr. Monk heard them because I could not tell the differences so please simply imagine the variations of what could go wrong when a foreigner is trying to pronounce the “M” sound.

“No. A BOMB.” I said it louder. Yeah yeah I know.

“A bon? A bom?”

“No.” I sighed. “A bomb. A bomb. You know. Like a walking time bomb?”

“Oh. A BOMB.” Ugh, that’s exactly what I have been saying for the past 5 minutes. Apparently not so as far as a native-English-speaker is concerned.

“You are saying it wrong. Make it less…. um… bointy. You know, less Boin’ in it.” Now he’s making up words to teach me how to pronounce a real word.

“Hey, now you know why I can tell the 4 tones in Chinese apart but you can’t. Remember how everything sounded the same to you and I kept on telling you you’re doing it wrong? I really cannot tell the differences between what you are saying and what I am trying to say. They sound the same to me. Isn’t it amazing? Now let’s take a moment to appreciate the wonder that is the human brain.”

The truth is? I gave up on trying to say the word BOMB correctly. I mean, it’s not like I am giving up much; after all, I HAVE managed to learn to pronounce PORN CORN perfectly.  Anyway, I won’t be using the word BOMB that often right? I just cannot be a terrorist, you know, if I were one, I probably would need to go into a store (probably Walmart) to buy a bomb some day and hilarity would ensue. Terrorists are people with no sense of humors so that would not work out.

I left the room and went to check on the 12-year-old. “Hey, guess what? I cannot pronounce the word BOMB either?”

“What?”

Oh for fuck sake, not again.

“BOMB. I cannot say the word BOMB.”

“Ohhhhhh you mean Bomb as in a time bomb”

“YES.”

“Say BA.”

“BA.”

“Now say M.”

“M.”

“Now say BOMB.”

“&*%$&” <– I thought I said BOMB but obviously I did not so I do not know how to spell it out.

“Wow. Way to fail mom.”

“Thanks.” Taking a mental note to make fun of him when he speaks Chinese. “Well, it’s not like I am going to buy a bomb or anything.”

“Yeah. But what if you are in a movie theatre, and you see a bomb, and you yell ‘BOMB!’ and people are like, ‘What? What did she say?'”

FUCK.

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Now you know why I don't call you Da Bomb any more... Nothing personal.

The Golden Rule

I can’t remember exactly what started us discussing the Golden Rule at the dinner table. Probably had something to do with the constant bickering between the two of them.

“Remember the Golden Rule? What is the Golden Rule?” I wheedled.

“I know: it’s something like ‘Love thy neighbors’.” My oldest has the knack of answering any question with utter conviction without knowing anything about it. I hope he goes into law or politics so as to optimize this talent one day…

“I know: We were just talking about it in our class…” Mr. Monk said.

“I remember now,” my oldest said, and he did, sort of, “it is something like ‘Do unto others how you would like to be treated’.”

“No! You are wrong! That’s not how it’s said!” Mr. Monk protested.

Before this escalated into another heated argument over nothing, I clapped my hands, “Okay guys. The official phrase is ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you’. But you know what it means. I just want to say this: ‘When in doubt, evoke the Golden Rule.’ Okay?”

“Reinforce Moral Upbringing of Offspring.” Check.

An hour later…

The two boys were wrestling on the floor. As Mr. Monk was being overpowered by his older brother,

“What is the Golden Rule? *pant* What is the Golden Rule?! Ahhhh. *pant* Hrrrmmmph. REMEMBER THE GOLDEN RULE!!”