What? Oh, grow up.
She has a tendency to reach out and touch my thigh when she wants to emphasize a point or seek clarification of a point of grammar. I suppose it's some Argentine custom, but it's not one of mine, and so I shudder when she does that for a couple of reasons which everyone here is too immature to understand or hear without giggling obnoxiously. But you want more, I detect, so try this:
Today I was teaching her about various articles of clothing:
"What is this?" ask I.
"Thees eez a pants," she answers, and so on.
We covered as much of the clothing vocabulary area as I felt comfortable with: shoes, pants [which itself was risky enough to me], shirt, belt [watch out!], overcoat, and jacket. I am ready to move on to weather terminology when lacquered nails land on my thigh and she says this in spanish:
"But how do you say 'brassiere' in English?" Understand that she had the door closed "to keep out the noise" and so I sat frozen in terror waiting for husband to walk through the door with his ham arms and say "so what are you all learning about now?"
I tried to pretend I didn't hear, and so she REPEATS the question! Sweating heavily, I mutter something about "I think it's the same word. But today it is cold and windy, is it not?"
I quivered and sweated as we moved on from there to ordering in a resturant. I think. I was so unnerved that the rest of the lesson became a blur. I made it out of there and rushed to the bosom of home and hearth. I am worried about next week's lesson.
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