Sunday, July 20, 2008


Apparently, things are getting a little lost in the translation.

Nana was telling me about all the fun Liesl and I missed yesterday. There was a BBQ and all the kids were playing outside. Our neighbor made this killer blueberry and cherry cobbler. She was kind enough to set some aside for me so I actually got to have some. Anyway, Nana was telling me all about it.

She then tells me that Kurt was outside playing his violin. All the neighborhood kids were surrounding him watching him play. Keep in mind, he's only been playing since March. His repertoire consists of variations of Twinkle, Twinkle and an occasional rendition of Lightly Row. But this is her grandson so she is as proud as can be.

Now for the Nana-ism:
"You should of seen him Lain, he was like the roof on the fiddler."


"You know the roof on the fiddler."

Ma, you mean the Fiddler on the Roof?

"Yeah, that's what I said, "The roof on the fiddler."

Okee-dokee then...

1 comment:

Andrea Bell said...

funny that is...:) ehehehheehhe

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