Conversations with The Daddy (And yes, I wind up speaking pidgen Foblish to poppa)
Daddy:”Herro?”
Moi: “Herro! My Daddy!”
Daddy: “How are you!?”
Moi:”Oh daddy, you’d be amazed. I’m sitting here with some nice Korean American Girls”
Daddy: “Oh, how nice. Whatchoo doing so rate night?”
Moi: “We’re eating Pijjah!”
Daddy: “What kind of pijjah?!”
Moi: “Well, I’m having a salad, but they have a vegetarian and a … peperoni pijja”
Daddy: “Domino?”
Moi: “No daddy. Real restaurant pijja with white napkins …not paper…and everything!”
Daddy: “Wow. Must be nice.”
Moi: “Nice. Berry nice.”
Daddy: So they all have boyfriend, but not you, huh? I bet so.
Moi: “No daddy. They all have girlfriends.” (*cough*)
Daddy: “Like you?”
Moi: “Uh… not quite daddy.”
Daddy:” … oh…ok. ”
Moi: “So Daddy, I put your picture up at my oppice at work.”
Daddy: “Oh yeah? Real oppice?”
Moi: “Real oppice daddy. Got my own phone and desk and everything.”
Daddy: “Wow. So proud.”
Moi: ” Anyways, someone saw your picture and said you don’t look anything like me”
Daddy: “Really?”
Moi: “Yeah. I told them that Mom was pretty and makes up for the fact that you’re so funny looking.”
Daddy: “Oh my! Shame on you! Why you saying that?!”
Moi: “Come *on* Dad. You’re a short little man and I’m all tall and with good skin.”
Daddy: “…”
Moi: “…”
Daddy: “… but…”
Moi: “… but what?”
Daddy: “… Mommy was fat.”
Moi:”DAD!”
Daddy: “I walking 3 miles a day. You should be rucky you look good like me when you old.”
Moi: “Oh. My. Gawd.”
(Ok…just a *wee* bit of creative license taken.. but most of this was true. really.)