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.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Fork

This is what I hear as I walk into the kitchen for dinner. My Mother is talking to my 21month old son who wants to only use chopsticks, she insists that a fork would be easier for his noodles.

Mom: "Baby-ya, use-u you fooku, you fooku!"
Logan: "NOOOO!"
Mom: "Fooooooooku! No chopstick, YOU FOOOOOKU"

Me: "Mom?"
Mom: "Wha?"
Me: "Maybe you should just say it to him in Korean."

My Mother... Lost In Translation.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Fork

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My Mother... Lost In Translation.