She's been home only about 24 hours and already we've had a couple of exchanges that crack me up.
D: So the name Roy, is that short for something?
Me: Like what?
D: I don't know. Royseph? Royger? Roybert? Roycliff?
I was laughing too hard to be able to tell her it's derived from the French word "roi" meaning king.
When I took her to the local Greek restaurant for take-out.
D: Oh, man. I wish it was Wednesday or Saturday so I could have the lamb dinner special!
Me: Sorry, find something else you want.
D: I want lamb. It's so yummy! It's my favorite!
Me: Well, I am glad you're in touch enough with your Greek roots to appreciate good lamb.
D: I am! I see a fluffy little lamb and I want to KILL it so I can eat it!
Me: I don't think that is quite the reaction most people have when they see lambs.
D: I can't help they are so delicious I want them on my plate!
I thought she'd weep for joy when the counter guy told her that although they didn't have the weekly dinner special they did have lamb souvlaki today.