Mama tells a story

when we go for lunch.
"people as me why"
she says
"why I never have relationship
after you father".
We say nothing.
"well", she says
"I bring my friend home,
and YOU, standing on you stilts
and you say What Your Name
and he say Bruno
and you say Bruno?
Like a dog. Woof woof woof.
And you brother, he say
My Mother A Very Good Aim
With a Knife, You Know!