My Mother... Lost In Translation.

This is a Blog about my Mother. She's a first generation Korean here in the states. I swear she still seems to be "fresh off the boat" at times. I often thought she was crazy. Wait. I still do, but I love her dearly. With her sharp tongue she will curse you out in "Kongrish" and for those of you who aren't hip to the game... Well its Korean-Engerish. Here is a little glimpse into my world, and how sometimes our conversations are Lost In Translation.

Monday, January 24, 2011

15 Month Check Up.

::Waiting in the pediatrician's office::

Mom: "My boy goin' get shot. You get SHOT, shot, SHOT, shot."

Me: "Seriously Mom? I wouldn't say that here... In the waiting room, while they are super busy and there are like 30 other people in here."

Mom: "Wha? My baby goin' get SHOT!"

Me: "You might freak a kid out. It's already bad enough that they have to be here and now you keep saying the word that would make them freak out the most."

Mom: "Mommy been do dis' my whole life. Ok? I take you, your brother bof' to doctor to get shot when you young time. Ok? No big deal. My baby get SHOT!"

::Some random kid starts to scream and cry, "I DON'T WANT TO GET A SHOT!"::

Me: "See what you did?"

Mom: "Wha?"