It seems that most funny things in our family happen over food. Or, perhaps we spend a lot of our family time eating. At any rate, this weekend we had supper at with a family where the parents grew up in India, raised their children in Dubai and moved to Canada. We love spending time with the parents, as well as their son and daughter-in-law-to-be (she is canadian! they’re like our twins: brown guy, white girl). Dinner, of course, was full of confusion and laughter.
Varun: So we should be home sunday night, unless things are haecky at the border.
Me: (Laughing into my napkin at the made-up word)
Varun: What? Isn’t haeky a word?
Hostess: Amelia, why are you laughing? What does “hickey” mean?
Varun: “Hickey”? I said “haeky”.
Amelia: (Trying to stop laughing and breathe)
Hostess: If you don’t tell me, I’m going to look it up on google.
Amelia: (Laughing) HAHA! No, please! Don’t look up hickey on google. It’s uh….well, the word Varun said was made up…
Later in the evening, our Host was telling us about riding the trains in India in summer and being packed like sardines.
Host: Riding the trains in summer makes me so glad for my height difference: everyone holding on with their arms lifted, at least my nose is above their armpits.
Son: But Dad, it was a first class train, was it that bad?
Host: Son, the only difference between first class and second class is in first class, there might be talcum powder* on the armpits you’re smelling!
*When temperatures are regularly over 40 C in the summer, people use Talcum powder or Baby powder to try and dry sweat…it cannot, however, truly combat the heat.