My uncle is in town so as usual all the kiddie stories came out - who said what to whom at what age? and basically how their children embarassed them no end. I just thought I would record them for posterity since over time, I'm certain they will be forgotten!
One of the family favourites is when my cousin/Godmother was asked what she would like to drink at the tender age of 21/2 expecting a cola answer, 'cousint' dearest pipes with 'I'll have a cointreau'!! The reason for the quotes is when she was coming to visit us in Wellington, my maid was exhorting me to clean my room for the'guest' to which I retorted - " She is not a guest, she's a cousint!''. You could never argue with my logic - classic example being at a time when I was distributing invitation cards for my happy budday day and someone remarked that being born in May, I was a Taurus which Iimmediately clarified her misapprehension - ' I'm not a taurus, I'm a Soares!'
Speaking of my cousint again,she spent her formative years in the Punjab [reason being her father was in the Army] so the first language she learnt was Punjabi [in fact the only language she knew for the longest time] which did not bode well for her communication with the family which speaks only the Queen's English! They used to think the girl was speaking gibberish when she came down for holidays until the Sardar neighbours upstairs explained she was speaking perfect punjabi and holding a conversation with them!! which also explained why during a bath, she used to scream 'Thatti Thatti' and my imaginative family put her on the pot ASAP not knowing the punjabi word for 'hot' was Thatti!!
Back in the AF, it was customary to invite the new person for lunch/dinner to your house to make them feel welcome, so my parents told the new joinee A for dinner with all the various people necessary - apparently when he arrived, I took this little walk around him and examined him from all angles before finally remarking [apparently I never used the term aunty or uncle as a child], " A, you shave on top also" - in my defence, it was my first encounter with a bald man - I was 31/2!! Not that I improved dramatically, at age 7, I met a lady who was growing out her dyed hair or colored hair, I apparently counted and informed her that she had 7 different colors present on her head!
I don't think I have changed much - people keep telling me I have no tact and I always end up saying the wrong thing! I just hope that the same way these stories seem entertaining now, the bloopers I make now seem funny later!