Still Working on the Geography Thing
Eve, a few days ago, storming into the room: "My next cooking project is so weird! It's called 'pasta est ceci'. What the hell is that? 'Pasta is here?' It's not even pasta! It's chickpeas!"
Me, Googling: "It's not 'pasta est ceci', you dork. It's 'pasta e ceci'. Italian, not French. Pasta with chickpeas."
Eve, the next day. "Okay, you're right. It's tiny pasta. With chickpeas."
Eve, yesterday: "Where is Rome?" Me: "Italy." Eve: "Huh. So they speak... Italian?" Me: "Yep."
Eve: "And that's... different from Spanish, right?" Me: "Um, yeah." Eve: *sighs* "Okay."
Eve, today: "I apologized to my cooking partner, the Spanish exchange student, for trying to make her read Italian."
Me, Googling: "It's not 'pasta est ceci', you dork. It's 'pasta e ceci'. Italian, not French. Pasta with chickpeas."
Eve, the next day. "Okay, you're right. It's tiny pasta. With chickpeas."
Eve, yesterday: "Where is Rome?" Me: "Italy." Eve: "Huh. So they speak... Italian?" Me: "Yep."
Eve: "And that's... different from Spanish, right?" Me: "Um, yeah." Eve: *sighs* "Okay."
Eve, today: "I apologized to my cooking partner, the Spanish exchange student, for trying to make her read Italian."
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Also, pasta with chickpeas sounds really good right now