uh-oh, appa crys?

A couple of weekends ago, we had an unusually warm Friday and I remember walking to the park, with Ana in the stroller.

Along the way we saw a few teenage and maybe a little older boys walking around in just their shorts and shoes, no shirt.

This seemed to upset Ana a little bit. She pointed and kept repeating, "Uh-Oh. Uh-Oh amma, ais shoette?" and then, as if to make it clear since I wasn't responding suitably, she turned to D saying, "Appa, kruss daan... ais kruss daan?"

ais = where is
kruss = crys = shirt, in Welsh
daan = dyn = man in Welsh

We tried to explain that it was OK and that he was fine without his shirt, nothing was wrong... but, she was not convinced. Thankfully, we reached the park and the shirtless kids were not in sight anymore.

Then, the other day, I was standing in line at the checkout with Ana when she spotted a strategically placed magazine showing an oiled, tanned and muscular chest, shirtless, of course. Ana could not handle it. It was "Amma, ais shoette? uh-oh shoette..." song all over again. Not even balloons and teddy bears on the other side of the aisle (again strategically placed) could distract her this time. I just laughed and let it go.

Last weekend, D stepped out of the shower, fully clad but for his shirt, deciding to delay putting on his shirt to take a moment and chat with Ana. But Ana would have none of it. She got so worried seeing a shirtless dad, kept repeating, "Uh-oh appa shoette... amma, ais appa shoette..." and walked to the bedroom closet tugging D's finger along and tried to pick out a shirt for poor daddy to wear!!

I simply watched this whole incident unfold, sporting a wide beaming smile!!