Today at a gymnastics party I noticed one of the instructors calling V, "Jack." I thought it was a weird derivative of his name until I watched him go to the next station (bars) where he chipperly told another instructor his Jack moniker. When I asked him his name later he confirmed V. When I asked him what Jack was he nonchalantly quipped "my fake name."
M when we saw a bunch of runners coming toward us on the sidewalk: They missed the marathon.
J on the djembe drum he hopes to get: I am going to take it to Miami where all my dream house things are.
M: Like what?
J: My basketball. The beach. The cool music sticks abuelo R has.
When I asked V if he knew why I yelled at him for running into a ghettolicious liquor sore.
Me: It is a liquor store. For grown ups.
V: Licorice store? Where they sell beard!
A to F last week re the marathon: Did you win?
A to a jazz quartet when they called on her to share what instrument she played. Confidently: The recorder.
can i call him jack from now on?! or jaques?
ReplyDeleteonly at parties- he is very clear about that. it is now jackmint to be precise.
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