“Can I play on my tab?”
“If a girl-brother is called a sister, what’s a girl-cousin called?”
“Are all these people in my family?”
“Why do they keep calling you Kaaaaaar-ren?”
“Can we go home yet?”
“Can I have something to eat?”
“Why did he say amen twice?”
“But WHY weren’t you listening?”
“What are those curtains for?”
“What flames?”
“What are all the flowers for?”
“Can I have some chocolate cake?”
“Who are those children?”
“Are they all my cousins?”
“Why don’t I know any of them?”
“Can I have some more chocolate cake and also some chips please?”
“Do I have any other cousins?”
“How can grown-ups be my cousins?”
“Is there anything else to eat?”
“Can I play on my tab?”
“What do you mean you brought the wrong charger?”
“Can I have some tea when we get home?”
Are you glad he went? Is he?
Oh yes, we had fun, and there were party bags.
Party bags? Brilliant!
There’s some good questions in there. I especially liked the confusion surrounding your name (that isn’t mum).
It’s not that it isn’t mum, he often addresses me as Karen himself. It’s the long, posh A that he hasn’t heard before.
“Why do they keep calling you Kaaaaaar-ren?” was definitely my favourite.
Who says Kaaaren?
The posh side of my family has never quite come to terms with the commonness of my name, so they elongate the vowel, lest I get ideas above my station.