Things Said By Aunt Peggy

Last week, Aunt Peggy stayed with my family for Christmas. She is from Canada. The following are what we always heard from her throughout her stay:

"Tai, your house is no good, so small and narrow."

"What's the use of having a skylight in your house. What a waste of space!"

" Your Uncle David's house is much more comfortable."

" Edmond is very capable. He will be doing his masters."

" Are you a degree holder?"

" Do you like reading? You should be like Edmond. He reads a lot of books."

" Edmond, Marie and Suzie are better than most youths. They are cultured people."

"Tai, do you know what 'nook and cranny' means?"

"Tai, Edmond, Marie and Suzie speak good English. You should work hard to be like them."

"Tai, I don't understand why I couldn't make dumplings well. I think it is because of your bad steamer!"

"Tai, I think it's better to call your home 'A-Few-Step-House', it is too small!"

"Why can't you get a bigger house?"

"What!? You'll be staying in Auntie Magdalene's house when you are in Beijing? How bad! It's not good for the four of you to stay in her house. Her house is not a hotel!"

" What!? She has agreed to put you up for nine days in Beijing? She must have lost her mind!"

"Go and stay in a hotel! Don't expect Magdalene to entertain you. She's very busy."

"Edmond is better than most young people. He earns big money and drives a posh car."

"Your house has a bad environment. I never like houses with contiguous walls."

Comments

SFGEMS said…
Oh my goodness! Aunt Peggy needs to be taken down a peg or two!
January 1, 2012 at 11:45 PM
rugs said…
haha! perhaps aunt peggy could stay with edmond next time
January 4, 2012 at 9:22 AM
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