#go to ameryka they say

[council-of-beetroot]

I see where you're coming from but alas I come from a family of Eastern European immigrants who hoped to make the idea of the American dream into a reality but to no avail and as such I simply cannot allow him to find happiness in America.

Wait, it might actually be that I can't allow him to find true happiness anywhere...

I really don't torture liet as much as I should

[xoxo-bunnydumpling]

Eli and Mama are arguing about his Ukrainian because she asked him a question...

"Ne znayu" (I don't know)

"What's this? Why you said it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Amerikanskyy."

He squints at her and clears his throat launching into a full on Pavel Chekov.

"Vybachte Mama, maybe you get time machine, give birth in Soviet Ukraine and not Ameryka. How you say this, huh?"

"Ne...zhnaiyu"

"Ne znayu"

"No, ugh. Elias...zhnaiyu"

"Znayu..."

She throws her hands up.

"Svyate LAYNO, rotten American boy. I give up!"

I'm going to miss their nightly arguments.