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08/13/2009

The Language of Love, Part II

Our nanny is a lot like Tony Montana.  She is tough as hell, has a killer accent and does not get high on her own supply.  I know this because she gets high on my supply—assuming she gets higTonyh on Raisin Bran.  When you’re approaching 40 (or past it… whatever), you have certain preferences that quickly turn into stockpiles.  I happen to have a large supply of Raisin Bran.  I like Raisin Bran (I am capitalizing it because it’s that good). My nanny likes Raisin Bran too.  And she’s eating it… rapidly.  Behind my back.  It’s like an octogenarian nightmare, but obviously for me it’s only half as scary.

I digress…

Now I’m not sure if out nanny has ever killed her best friend for sleeping with her sister, but she sounds exactly like Tony Montana:

Nanny: “I cannot find The Beast’s chew.”

Me: He took my chew?

Nanny: What?            

Me: What?

This is a typical morning.

Per part one of this post, her kick-ass accent is filtering its way to the Princes and the Diva. For them, there is no silent T in ballet… it’s ball-ET.  Their friend is Wheel, not Will. And they have started referring to their toys as “llello”.  

She is teaching The Beast Spanish, which is great. Except my some of my first son’s words are in Spanish and I have NF idea what he’s talking about.  But now I get to learn Spanish. Which is nice.  Who knows what that kid is going to sound like, but I’d rather have him sound like Tony Montana over one of the Wiggles.

A little Spanish accent is a small price to pay for a great nanny. I mentioned earlier that The Diva still sounds like a nanny that we had over a year ago…. before she could talk.  You gotta think if they can remember how something sounds after so long, they will probably remember what they heard.  Just because they don’t talk, doesn’t mean they aren’t listening and what we say now is what we’ll hear later.  I guess it’s time to curb the F-Bombs.  Maybe we should dispense with Pinkalicious and start reading Homer and Hemmingway… or maybe something in Mandarin.  And I guess it’s probably not a good idea to let them watch so much Scarface.

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