This conversation is an exact reenactment of what goes on in our house. Imagine me, sitting on the bed, talking to Billy as he prepares for a post-kids'-bedtime run to the grocery store.
Me: “Can I add something else to the list?”
Billy: “Yes, one more thing, but that’s it. I’m not trying to be there all night.”
Me: “I just need some biscuits.”
Billy: “Which kind?”
Me: “Not in the deli. The kind you twist.” I start demonstrating with my hands, pantomiming like I’m wringing out an old washcloth.
Billy: [blank stare]
Me: “You know… you pop it with a spoon!” I press my imaginary silverware in between my stationary hand and the empty place where my now spoon-wielding hand used to be.
Billy: “Why am I popping these biscuits with a spoon?”
Me: Out of words, I just continue hand twisting and spoon popping like an animated gif sitting on the bed.
Billy: “Oh, these?” He proceeds to poke himself in the stomach, hunch himself around the self-inflicted poke and giggle.
Sarah: “Yes! Those.” I laugh. “Did you just pretend to be the Pillsbury dough boy?”
And this, my friends, is an example of how our cross-cultural grocery shopping goes down.
Of course, any time I add limes or lemons to the list, I always include “yellow” or “green” next to it!
What item do you have to explain to your spouse?