For those of you who remember #69 The First Noel, I think I am seeing a trend: Christmas song lyrics. I don't know what it is about them, but they are high on the misinterpretation list:
Have a Holly Jolly Christmas:
Original: Oh, ho, the mistletoe--hung where you can see!
Harrington sung: Oh, ho, the mistletoe--Hungry as can be! (Both girls)
Angels We Have Heard On High:
Original: Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria! In excelsis Deo!
Harrington sung: Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria! In a stable go-o. (Taylor)
Oh, Come, All Ye Faithful:
Original: Oh, come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant!
Harrington sung: Oh, come, all ye faithful, joyful and obnoxious! (Brecken)
Honestly I don't know where the last one came from. Two sizable words, both definitions unknown, same number of syllables: it could happen to anyone I guess.
Looking forward to 2013 :)
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
#85 Tacos
Why do I find the following conversation with my two-year-old so adorable? I don't know. Probably because she's two. And she has a cute voice. And none of these words came out the way the English language intended them. This is the translated version:
Hallie: I want dinner.
Me: What do you want to eat?
Hallie: Dinner.
Me: Do you want a taco?
Hallie:What's a taco?
Me: It's a tortilla, with meat, and cheese, and lettuce, and tomatoes, and--
Hallie: (cutting me off) I don't like tomatoes!
Me: Okay. You don't have to have tomatoes.
Hallie: Tomatoes are yucky.
Me: Okay.
Hallie: Brecken likes tomatoes?
Me: MmmHmm.
Hallie: And daddy?
Me: Yep. Do you want a taco?
Hallie: Olives?
Me: The olives are all gone.
Hallie: We have some more.
Me: Nope. We ate them all with our tacos already.
Hallie: Did I eat them?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: Daddy?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: Mama?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: Brecken?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: Tay?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: Dallie? (the neighbor girl across the street)
Me: No. Not Dallie.
Hallie: Oh (laugh and shoulder shrug). Just Daddy and Mama and Brecken and Tay and me?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: (another chuckle) Oh.
Me: Do you want a taco with meat and cheese?
Hallie: I don't want meat! I don't like it. It's yucky.
Me: Well, what do you want on it the taco?!
Hallie: Cheese and tomato.
Me: You don't like tomatoes!
Hallie: Yeah!
Yep. No killer punchline. Just the adorable essence of my sweet little two-year-old.
Hallie: I want dinner.
Me: What do you want to eat?
Hallie: Dinner.
Me: Do you want a taco?
Hallie:What's a taco?
Me: It's a tortilla, with meat, and cheese, and lettuce, and tomatoes, and--
Hallie: (cutting me off) I don't like tomatoes!
Me: Okay. You don't have to have tomatoes.
Hallie: Tomatoes are yucky.
Me: Okay.
Hallie: Brecken likes tomatoes?
Me: MmmHmm.
Hallie: And daddy?
Me: Yep. Do you want a taco?
Hallie: Olives?
Me: The olives are all gone.
Hallie: We have some more.
Me: Nope. We ate them all with our tacos already.
Hallie: Did I eat them?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: Daddy?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: Mama?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: Brecken?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: Tay?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: Dallie? (the neighbor girl across the street)
Me: No. Not Dallie.
Hallie: Oh (laugh and shoulder shrug). Just Daddy and Mama and Brecken and Tay and me?
Me: Yep.
Hallie: (another chuckle) Oh.
Me: Do you want a taco with meat and cheese?
Hallie: I don't want meat! I don't like it. It's yucky.
Me: Well, what do you want on it the taco?!
Hallie: Cheese and tomato.
Me: You don't like tomatoes!
Hallie: Yeah!
Yep. No killer punchline. Just the adorable essence of my sweet little two-year-old.
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