“You know that man.”
“What man dad?”
“The one you go out with.”
“A man you go out with? You mean a boyfriend?”
“No, not a boyfriend. He takes you out?”
I knew, but who listens to a kid.
“Jee-go-low, you know, he takes you out.”
“Jee-go-low? Dad, what are you talking about?”
He got that mischievous smile. He wasn’t going to let this one pass him by. “What’s the matter Jeen, don’t you spik English?”
“Of course I speak English” she thundered back. “I was born in this country!”
“Jeen, Jee-go-low, you pay him to take you out.”
At that point I spoke up. “You mean gigolo Grandpa?”
He slapped his hand down on the table. “Gigolo! That’s it! Gigolo.”
“Gigolo! Dad why didn’t you say gigolo? You know what that is. Don’t I speak English!” Shaking her head in exasperation she turned back to what she was cooking.