I Tell You, Those Ammammas...
This is the kind of thing that requires immediate blogging.
Sister: I wish Amma would stop calling me "kunju" in front of my friends. It's embarrassing.
Me: Why?
Sister: You do know what it means right?
Me: It's a term of endearment.
Sister (with lots of teenage attitude): Like, in Sri Lanka. Do you know what it means here?
Me: What?
Sister: Penis.
Me: !!!
Excuse me while my entire childhood flashes, corrupted, before my eyes. I'm finding this, erm, a little hard to swallow. The Malayalis do it our way too, right? Right?
Sister: I wish Amma would stop calling me "kunju" in front of my friends. It's embarrassing.
Me: Why?
Sister: You do know what it means right?
Me: It's a term of endearment.
Sister (with lots of teenage attitude): Like, in Sri Lanka. Do you know what it means here?
Me: What?
Sister: Penis.
Me: !!!
Excuse me while my entire childhood flashes, corrupted, before my eyes. I'm finding this, erm, a little hard to swallow. The Malayalis do it our way too, right? Right?
posted by sharanya @ 9:31 AM
2 Comments:
hahahha...you sis is sooo cute la...lol.
Yeah, Mallus do it your way, and drink Malibu, too.
That's why they have children named Achen-kunju, get the point?
hahahaha
J
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