(written by footywife)

The other day on our way home I asked my little son who sat beside him during his meal in school.

“Parina” he replied.

“Oh, Farina” I said, certain that he had mispronounced the letter “F”.

“No!  Parina!” he exclaimed.

“Sharina?” I asked.

“NO! PARINA!!” he screamed, looking really annoyed with me.

I was a little uncertain what to say next.  What could “Parina” be in his mis-pronounced world?

“Parina?” I asked hesitantly, pronouncing the name exactly as he did so as not to antagonize him any further.

“NO!!!  PARINA!!!” he burst out, looking at me as if I was a complete idiot.

“Ok, alright” I said, trying not to say the word again.  One must really know when to shut up.

I have yet to find out who this “Parina” really is.