Dinner with Boy…

Boy and I went out for dinner last night. It was good clean fun. At one point he held up his soiled paper napkin and said, “Wat noem jy dit in Engels?” (What do you call this in English?)

“A serviette.”

“‘N watte?” (A what?)

“A serviette.”

“A soviet?”

“No! A serviette.”

Boy became more introspective, “Ah! Serviette, serviette, serviette, serviette…”

I became more curious, “Why?”

“Because the last time I went to a restaurant with this other whitey I wanted to ask for another one and I called it a pamphlet.”

“Same difference. Almost.”

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