This past Sunday I went to see my mom for the first time since she returned from her two week visit to Korea. I had some talking points to cover, the first few of which I brought up two posts ago:
ON HER BROTHER
He’s old, but otherwise doing okay.
ON INDOOR PLUMBING
Yes, they’ve had a toilet for a few years now.
ON GANGNAM STYLE
Me: “[In Korea, did you hear Gangnam Style?]”
Mom: “[I did not go to Gangnam.]”
Me: “[No, Gangnam Style.]”
Mom: “[Ohhh that dance? Yes. How do you know about it?]”
Me: “[Everyone knows about it; it’s huge here. On the news they said that Gangnam is a very expensive city.]”
Mom: “[Yes, that’s where all the fancy stores are.]”
Me: “[Have you seen the video?]”
Mom: “[There’s a video?]”
At this point I remedy this, performing (at her request) the little pony-riding part of the dance I know.
ON DID YOU BRING ME SOMETHING
Whenever someone you know is going on a trip, ask them to bring you something – anything. It’s a numbers game. Sometimes they’ll do it! And then you’ll have an exciting new snack or toy or other doodad to blog about. Such as:
Sidenote: After laughing at it for a solid minute, I accepted this shirt, asking why she bought such a childish-looking thing. She said, “[Well I know you like dogs.]” “[Mom… you know Mickey Mouse is a mouse, not a dog.]” “[What.]”
Oh, what’s that? That’s a strawberry, not a shopping bag, you say?
All things considered, not a bad haul for a non-Gangnam shopping trip.