aka The Frazzled Mom
Sometimes the conversations my kids have with adults crack me up. On this occasion, my son was riding in the back of the car with his Nanna (Grandma). His face was glued to the small screen of his Nintendo DS, something that grates on my nerves from time to time. I try to impress upon my kids to importance and value of the time spent with family, but it tends to go over their heads. Still, Nanna does her best to pull them out of their activity to at least participate in some conversation. This is how the dialogue went:
[Game character, Mario, says It’s a-me, Mario! Let’s a-go!]
“Why does he always say that?” my son murmurs.
“Say what?” Nanna asks in an attempt to show an interest.
“It’s a-me. Let’s a-go. It’s always with the “a” in front. Why does he do that?” He continues playing the game.
Nanna responds, “It’s because he’s Italian.”