after living with Pete for 9 months now, I can say I understand 95% of what he is saying. Which is pretty good since I can only understand my own kids 90% of the time. Case in point. Yesterday afternoon, Ross dropped Pete off at the Mall of America. It was getting close to dinner time, so I called him (of course he didn't pick up) and asked him when he would be home and if he wanted to go to dinner with us. He text messaged me back and said he was at a movie, pick him up at 6:30 p.m. I called him back and asked him what entrance. If you have never been to the mall, it has about 125 entrances, none of them clearly marked. He texted me back and said "Where Ross dropped me off". I called Ross, and he couldn't really remember, thought it was by the Lego display. Called Pete and asked him, where he was - by the big MOA sign. Great, now we are down to two entrances. We finally did connect, after about 500 laps around the mall - who needs to worry about gas mileage.
I was reading this article about the Finish Language . I had to laugh at the sentence The word for "no" is "aye", which means yes in English. My husband Mark is Canadian so he says "aye" all the time, usually a catch all for "what did you say" or "you've got to be kidding" or " whatever". Come to think of it, Aye means the same in just about any language.
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