When my nephew was learning about where people live, he was a little confused by the fact that my sister lived in Germany. In his mind, just as some people lived in houses and others lived in apartments, Auntie Jeanne lived in Germany.
We tried to explain that he lived in America, etc., but his concept of Germany remained intact: Germany was where Auntie Jeanne lived and therefore one could only conclude that Germany belonged to Auntie Jeanne.
The kid had a point.
Germany was thereafter legally recognized by our family as "Auntie Jeanne's Germany," Bundesrepublik Deutschland be damned.
my nephew eating at a bar
A few years ago, Auntie Jeanne brought home her German boyfriend. He spoke some English, but lacked the confidence that comes from actually speaking a language outside of a classroom. I initially admired his courage- native speakers have been overwhelmed by my gregarious family- but soon concluded he really didn't know what he was in for.
Upon first meeting him, my nephew plunked down next to him on the living room couch, studied him intently for a thirty seconds and asked, "Do you have toilets in your Germany?"
Unsolicited, my nephew calmly explained to him that, "According to logic, you should wash your face before you wash your butt."
However belatedly recognized, the kid had a point.
Gott sei dank, that boyfriend has been an ex- for almost a year.
Future Auntie Jeanne boyfriends beware!