I should save this for a rainy day, but I can’t. I just can’t. This is a true story. Dys will back me up.
On Sunday, I was trying to make lunch for the crew. I asked my son if he wanted a PBJ. He responded by blowing a raspberry on his forearm.
“Well, do you want one or not?”
He did it again.
“Son, is that a yes or a no?”
“Aw, dad, I was speaking Far-talian!”
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Guffaw!!!
*Can’t…see…through…tears…of…laughter…*
I guess it was been a while since you were fluent in that dialect, huh?
Let’s say my phonetics are better than my comprehension.
Far-talian? Is this a real language? Real as in real like pig latin or wookie or klingon? Kids are straight up hilarious!
I don’t know; I suppose you could fart (or raspberry) in Morse or something and make it into a language. I kinda think of it as an inflective language like Chinese, in which the inflection of a word changes its meaning.
He he!!!I believe my four year old is developing a strong affinity with this language too…
It probably could serve as a universal language amongst preschools and elementary schools the world over.
I speak fluent Fartalian. I just use a dialect from a lower region.
He shoots, he scores!
boundandgags: classic!
Hell yeah.
Was that fartalian for yes or no then. I might need to know that someday.
He translated it to a “yes.”