PREGNANCY SCARE

(Rosa and I catching up on what has been going on lately in our lives)
Her: I dunno in how many days. They are supposed to come next Tuesday. When is today?
Me: I think, today is Friday.
Her: Then that means we wait for…
Me: No, today is Thursday.
Her: What?
Me: Thursday.
Her: Say that again?
Me: Thursday.
Her: Again?
Me: Why?
Her: You are saying it funny.
Me: No I am not.
Her: It’s Thursday.
Me: That is how I said it.
Her: No you didn’t. You said Thursday
Me: Instead of?
Her: Thursday.
Me: I hear no difference.
Her: Of course you don’t. It is the Bantu in you.
Me: I do not give a shit about these diphthongs or digraphs or whatever it is. English came to Kenya in a boat. It is not our language.
Her: Exactly, it is not your language. So don’t spoil it like you own it. Also, it’s diphthong not diphthong.
Me: Now you are messing with me.
Her: Seriously, something is wrong with your tongue. Why is it so heavy.
Me: I have been talking like that my whole life.
Her: Really?
Me: You know what, this is the third time you are doing this.
Her: Oh my God. Did you hear yourself? The, this, third! It’s like it’s a disease with you. Say three. HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Me: Continue laughing , you will turn out to be pregnant and we will see who will be laughing then.
Her: Oh. You are mean.
Me:  I know.*grins*

My 'And what are you gon do about that, mate?' face

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