Daddy: Oysh.
Moi: What now?
Daddy: You know your brother.
Moi: He didn’t call you lately?
Daddy: Aiysh.
Moi: So, what then?
Daddy: Aiyshuh.
Moi: No grandkids in the work. When do you think he’ll work on that?
Daddy: Maybe when he as old as daddy.
Moi: How old are you now?
Daddy: 67.
Moi: You’re not *that* old daddy.
Daddy: Mikeuh maybe not habuh grandson por me until he my age.
Moi: You could do that yourself then, pops. I mean, Monica’s not *that* old.
Daddy: *giggles uncontrollably*
Moi: (Silent horrifying visualization on the other side of the phone line)
Daddy: Maybe.
Moi: Yeah Dad. Sure. Gun for it.