Feenger Foods

While I was building the fence over the weekend, a friend drove by with his wife and kids. After inviting them in, mixing a batch of margaritas and sitting down with them on the deck, their daughter started giving some strawberries to our daughter. Our daughter did the equivalent of the hamster that figures out if you push the button, more food drops from the hatch. In other words, she just kept begging and begging and (did anyone know kids were LIKE this?) begging and begging, until Alex looked at my friends’ daughter and said in her deep Transilvanian brogue:

“Do not geev her ze feenger. If you do, she vill take your hand.”

The little girl recoiled in horror at Miss Chocula's words and tears started to well in her eyes as her parents grasped her tightly.

“Vut?”

“Is that some sort of Romanian saying?”

“Da. You don't say dees?”

“What, 'Giving the finger?' Oh, sure, we say it all the time...

Just not generally to children.”

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