It's Helpful to Know a Second Language
As I was in the midst of yet another "tying-up-the-loose-ends-of-moving" project tonight, I winced as I heard Jabin's voice erupt in a wail from the vicinity of the bathroom. Stepping into the main house from the addition, I called back, "Jabin, what happened?"
The response was about as intelligible to me as whale song--and less pleasant to listen to. I glanced at Jason and mouthed "What did he say?" His quizzical look and shrug told me I wasn't the only one in the dark.
Jude, who was nearby in the kitchen making his lunch for tomorrow, cheerfully said, "I'll go check... I speak Cry Language."
(Apparently, he was right!)
The response was about as intelligible to me as whale song--and less pleasant to listen to. I glanced at Jason and mouthed "What did he say?" His quizzical look and shrug told me I wasn't the only one in the dark.
Jude, who was nearby in the kitchen making his lunch for tomorrow, cheerfully said, "I'll go check... I speak Cry Language."
(Apparently, he was right!)
