I’m baaaaaaaaaaaack!
When I lived in Italy for a summer, I learned many things. Once, in conversation with my angelic host mother, I was trying to explain that I was born via caesarian section because I was coming out butt first. I had nearly exhausted my vocabulary struggling to express “breech birth” when she finally had her “Aha!” moment.
“Di culetto!”
I looked at her incredulously. ”Di culetto? Come culo?” As in butt?
“Si, come piccolo culo.” Yes, like little butt. God bless the Italians, if you’re coming out breech, the doctor calls it “of the little butt.” Or buttlet, if you will.
So “di culetto” is how I first wished to greet the world. And when I feel that way now in my adult life, invariably I end up here, posting on my grown-up blog.
I’m back, y’all.
Di culetto,
MonnyBon
