Nearing bedtime, Knoxy says "Can our next trip be to Polan?" (And yes, for you spell checkers, that "d" was deleted for a reason). "Why?" we ask. "Because Samuel and Oliver (real names, cutest little neighbour boys ever) are from Polan, and their parents speak Polan, and it seems like they're eating perogies all the time." Sorry for the stereotyping, but kids never lie! Perogies are one of Knoxy's favourite foods, within his "bland white" category. Frankly, their Polish heritage is a bit of a relief, as they always seem to have swarthy visitors, drive a Lincoln Navigator, and smoke pot in their garage, making our vehicles smell like weed (or skunk, as we tell the kids). We thought they maybe be Russian mob, so were always extra friendly, just in case.
Ah Knoxy, our little melting pot. Bringing our multicultural suburban street together one racial slur at a time.
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