Yokan Family 'Short-Short' Diary 2 - Father and Son -

📝Don't make that an 'approximation'

(At the dining table)

Eldest son: 'Hey, Mom. How many kilograms is 10 tons?'

Mom: 'It's 10,000 kilograms, so that's 100 Dads.'

Eldest son: 'Hehehe. 100 Dads, huh.'

Me: '(Hmm?)'

Second son: 'Then Mom. How many Dads is 100 tons?'

Eldest son: 'Isn't it 1,000?'

Mom: 'That's right. You got it.'

Mom, Eldest son, Second son: 'It's 1,000 Dads! 🤣'

Me: 'Wait, wait, wait, wait, Mom. You're doing some strange math that I can't just overlook.'

Mom: 'What?'

Me: 'Based on what you just said, you're calculating 100 kilograms per Dad. While I might have been over that mark at the start of the year, I'm almost 90 kilograms now, you know.'

Mom: 'Oh my! Dad's being 'small-minded' again.'

Me: '(Laughs). No, no, setting aside whether I'm 'small-minded' or not, I'm just stating the facts.'

Eldest son: 'But Dad. That just means 'about 100 kilograms', right?'

Mom: 'Right?'

Eldest son, Second son: 'Yeah.'

Me: 'No, no, don't make that an 'approximation'~😢'

(If we ever kept a dog at my house, it would surely bark only at me. - by Yokan)

📝The 'Traitor' Son

(At my parents' house)

Me: "Hello, Father."

Father: "What is it, you traitor? 💢"

Me: "(Laughs) No, no, of all things to say, calling your own son a 'traitor' right off the bat is a bit much, don't you think?"

Father: "You, the other day when I looked after your kids, I asked you to 'give my blog 30 likes,' and you said 'okay,' but you didn't do it. I hate people who don't keep their promises more than anything!"

Me: "No, no, it's not that I forgot the promise. But are you really happy getting 'pity likes' from your son when his heart isn't in it?"

Father: "That's why I've been telling you all along. I am happy. Hurry up and click it!"

Me: "I checked your blog the other day, and you've got more than twice as many 'likes' as I do. You're still craving more?"

Father: "Stop making excuses and just hurry up and 'like' it!"

Me: "Look at you, I thought you'd finally turned over a new leaf and weren't an 'alcoholic' anymore, but now you're a 'like-aholic'?"

Father: "What's a 'like-aholic'?"

Me: "It means you're addicted to 'likes'."

Father: "That's not funny. Especially coming from someone who doesn't keep his promises."

Me: "I'll click it eventually～😵‍💫"

(If you happen to be interested in the Ainu language, please go ahead and 'like' my father's blog that I've linked. I find it somewhat amusing to see my usually quiet father get so worked up, so I think I'll let him squirm a little longer 😆)