My mother approached me this afternoon, leaning on the doorway while I was on the computer. I looked up and she proceeded to tell me a funny story. This is translated from Spanish, except the words that aren’t Spanish, like gui. Those I keep the same.
Mother: Your cousin is getting a gui for Christmas.
Me: A what?
Mother: A gui.
Me: Gui? What’s that?
Mother: Ay, you know. A gui! With the controls that go pio pio and make you move around.
Me: A Wii?
Mother: Yeah, a gui.
Me: No, not a “gui”, a Wii.
Mother: A gui.
Me: Wii.
Mother: Gui!
Me: Wii!
Mother: Gui!
Me: Okay, repeat after me. Woo-ie
Mother: Goo-ie.
Me: No, Wah sound. Wah. Wii.
Mother: Wah….Wah….Gwua…Gui?
Me: Yes, perfect. Gui.
She almost had it at the end there. Somewhere in the middle, she says it all low and relaxed. Gui. My mama, she so funny. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a Gui, something like a game console built out of guava pastries. Mmm, guava.
