Monday, June 09, 2008
Overheard...
Dick and I had dinner tonight at one of the local sushi restaurants on Castro Street.
We were seated next to two men and their toddler-aged son. I'm guessing he was around one-and-a-half or so.
As they sat down with their menus, with their son in his highchair, they asked him if he'd like to try some edamame.
"Would you like some Edamame?"
"Ed-a-mam-mae?"
"Can you say Edamame?"
All I could think was, "This kid is barely old enough to speak, and they're trying to teach him a word that I'm fairly certain I didn't learn until I was in my 20s..."
We were seated next to two men and their toddler-aged son. I'm guessing he was around one-and-a-half or so.
As they sat down with their menus, with their son in his highchair, they asked him if he'd like to try some edamame.
"Would you like some Edamame?"
"Ed-a-mam-mae?"
"Can you say Edamame?"
All I could think was, "This kid is barely old enough to speak, and they're trying to teach him a word that I'm fairly certain I didn't learn until I was in my 20s..."
Labels: life in the castro, overheard, san francisco
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