
As a kid, my mom used to read me the story The Old Man Who Could Not Read by Irma Simonton Black. The story is about a man who could not read, but was sent to the market anyways. He bought everything by looking at the shapes and colors of the boxes. When he got home, however, he realized everything was wrong. The spaghetti was not spaghetti, it was wax paper. He exclaimed, "Wife, please teach me to read!"

Lord, please teach me Nepali!

1 comment:
oh that poor guy. Waxpaper and meatballs taste terrible.
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