CONVERSATIONS WITH MOM #1

English is my first language and the only one I share with my mom.  Aside from my ability to greet people, thank people, swear at people and order food I don’t speak Vietnamese.  

English is not my mother’s first language.  Sometimes it’s questionable if it’s her second.  
 
Mom: “Have you heard of hairy pickles?”
Me: Uhh…what???
Mom: Hairy pickles.  Or…no…pickled harrys.”
Me: “…uhh…hairy pickles??”
Mom: “YOU KNOW.  They come in a jar…oh, what are they…”
Me: “I absolutely DO NOT KNOW.  I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Mom: “Ugh.  You can buy them at Ikea.  They have lots of flavors.  Hairy something…”
Me:  “Pickled Herring???”
Mom: “YEAH!  THAT’S IT! See! You know.”

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