The luck of the Amish
Rissa, at the best of times, can make words sound nothing like they’re supposed to. Last night she made a weird-ass shape around her belly button, said “DRACULA BELLY BUTTON!” and then dissolved into giggles. David and I were mystified as to what vampires and belly buttons had to do with one another.
“DRACULA belly button?” She only laughed harder.
“Not DRACULA belly button! TRIANGULAR belly button.”
“Did you not hear DRACULA belly button?” I asked David.
“That’s what I heard.”
“THIS shape,” Rissa said – indicating the weird-ass finger shape she has around her belly button, “has NOTHING to do with vampires.”
“I think that we can safely say that TRIANGULAR belly button makes no more sense. Can you at least try to make sense?”
“Your ears don’t work! If it were a DRACULA belly button then there would be fangs.”
“Fair enough.”
“The other night Daddy and I were listening to the radio and this hip-hop dude said he was going to Get Lucky Tonight.” Rissa explained. “I said ‘He must be Amish.”
“What do the Amish have to do with being lucky?”
“I didn’t ACTUALLY say the AMISH. I said the IRISH, but Daddy heard it as the AMISH because I did it with an accent.”
“The luck of the AMISH makes NO sense.”
“Exactly,” says Rissa.
