three wheels, two hearts, one soul

Me [breaking into spontaneous song]:  Oonga-shaka, oonga-shaka, oonga-oonga-oonga-shaka….I can’t stop this feeling…deep inside of me….

Esteban:  OOKA-shaka.

Me:  Huh?

Esteban:  It’s OOKA-shaka, not OONGA-shaka.  There is no “NG” in it.

Me:

My husband’s compulsion to correct the pronunciation of even MADE UP words is rivaled only by native French-speakers.

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