Growing up in my parent's house we spoke Hunglish and, even now, my kids have very little trouble following along, as their maternal side of the family tree continues to hold entire conversations, in half Hungarian and half English.
The downside being: my inability to complete a single reprimand, without referring to some Hungarian proverb my parents or grandmother would bust out in similar parenting situations.
Problem being: my kids have no clue what the heck I am hollering about, in two languages, unless I bust out with a slew of curse words and, well, then they know to duck and cover.
Just the sound of "a fene egye meg", when spat in between "hulye", "pofatlan" and "balfasz" is enough to guarantee, at the very least, an awkward silence from the "stupid" "faceless" "sucker", "damn it" (true translation, makes no sense, I know) especially, if you happen to be on the receiving end.
Still, Hungarian expressions like "lofasz a budosh kurva anyad seggebe" are quite offensive and much worse than its English counterpart: which I cannot even bring myself to type, this early in the day.
Suffice it to say it is quite stinky and most likely very, very painful.
So, what's my point...and EWWWW!!!...right?!?
I received a call from the nurse at the high school that my middle girl attends: she got in between a boyfriend and a girlfriend being all...[giggle-giggle]...oh, stop it...[giggle-giggle]...and their supposed playful pushing and shoving, which then suddenly turned all...no, YOU stop it...BAM!!!
The girlfriend fell into her locker door (which was wide open) and slammed it into my daughter's head.
I know, ouch!
Unfortunately, it didn't end there. Heather then slammed the OTHER side of her head into her own locker and, well, OUCH!!!
Long story, short: she went to the nurse's office, politely asked for an ibuprofen and then proceeded to vomit.
Aaaaand she was still vomiting, by the time I got to her school, almost an hour later, earning us an impromptu ride in an ambulance.
It's how we roll.
Heather is the only one out of all four of my kids...[knocking on wood until knuckles bleed]...who has ever gone through surgery...twice...followed by two more emergency room visits for complications from a very invasive procedure on her backside.
In teaching hospitals that happened to be staffed with medical students, each and every time.
Seriously, even I was all like, OH MAN, 20-something year-olds are staring at my 13 year-old's butt, really?!?
She is also my migraine kid.
"There seems to be no cranial damage."
Only, this time, the pediatric physician on staff had a wicked accent and I heard it as her saying: no anal damage, because I am 12.
"We're going to treat her for migraine with i.v. fluids and meds."
Having been there way too many times, my ownself, I got absolutely nothing whimsical to say about migraines or i.v. fluids.
Aaaaaand, that's when my daughter proceeded to lose her cranium.
"Why DOES IT ALWAYS have to be me DAMMIT?!?"
Not for nothing, but the kid DOES seem to be a magnet for this sort of stuff and I am seriously considering investing in lots of bubble wrap, over the summer.
"Well, you know what your great-grandmother always said?"
Heather closed her eyes and pretended to be sleeping; didn't stop THIS dork any, though.
"The dog will always choose to pee where there is pee, already."
"Like, you know, when we walk Doofus-Dawg?"
She finally opened her eyes, probably way past bored at this point, wondering where in the heck this was going.
"How he sniffs and then pees on every pole, mailbox or whatever."
"Soooooo, you're saying I'm a pole, that makes total sense...to no one."
Ah, a little nugget of sarcasm, it was at this point when I knew that she was beginning to feel a little better and that we (mostly me!) would be okay...SHEW!!!
"Nooooo, I'm saying we're both more like pee magnets."
Aaaaaand, then I heard someone else quietly clear their throat.
"The bathroom is just around the corner, if you need, Mrs. Thompson."
Moral of the Story: Better to be laughed at than puked on, I always say.
[sound of crickets, chirping]
"Hulye" head injuries, "seggfej" proverbs.
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