(My grandma has come for a visit all the way from Romania. She’s a quirky type and pretty superstitious.The results can be either awkward or funny. Example #1: We’re having dinner and my brother bites his tongue.)
Grandma: *translated* “Someone recently told a lie.”
Eight-Year-Old Brother: “What did she say?”
Me: “Biting your tongue during a meal means you told a lie recently and you’ll have bad luck until you tell the truth.”
Eight-Year-Old Brother: *blushing* “I was the one that dug up the flowers, not [Dog].”
(Example #2:)
Mom: “My eye keeps twitching.”
Grandma: *with her back turned, cooking* “Left or right?”
Mom: “Left. Why?”
Grandma: “Something’s going to disappoint you.”
(As if on cue, my twin brother and I come back from school.)
Twin: “Hey, Mom, you look wonderful today.”
Mom: “What did you do?”
Twin: “I failed my English test.”
(Example #3:)
Grandma: *translated* “Don’t stay in the corner of the table, [My Name] or you’ll never get married.”
Inner Me: “I wasn’t interested in getting married, anyway.”
Outer Me: “Sure, Grandma. I’ll move right away.”