On Tuesday nights, the mother of the little girl I tutor always surprises me with a little Korean food to wrap up our time together. This week, she presented this platter of what I used to call "kimbap" (Korean sushi, but it usually contains spam, scrambled egg, carrot, radish, and "crab"). My Little Girl corrected me. She told me to say it more like this, "Gim-beob", and I would avoid sounding like such a foreigner.
Right on, Twisted Sister.
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