Squib: So, what are you dunnah do wiff me? (He starts every conversation like this. It usually means he wants something).
Me: When?
Squib: When Daddy comes. (He means on Sunday).
Me: I'm not sure what you're after here, kiddo.
Squib: Are we going somewhere? (Simply restated, he means "I want to go somewhere." Translating can be exasperating. Even if it's only for me).
Me: Where do you want to go?
Squib: Untabin's (Not translating the name in an effort to continue protecting the innocent).
Me: Yes, after church, we're going to (Attrition)'s house.
Squib: And what are you dunnah to do wiff me?
Silence (while I ponder what to do with him...life or death sort of pondering).
Me: What is it that you want me to say?
Squib: Will antawin be dere?
(Yes, I rolled my eyes).
Me: Yes, she will.
Squib: Are you sure?
Me: Yes I am.
Squib: I want her to frow me in the gawbidge.
O.K. I see it all very clearly now.
Scat
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