language barriers

Story as it was told to me:

Nadi walks into my moms house, scrounges around for his cleaning cart (dont ask!) and having gotten his supplies together, starts dusting, brooming, wiping the filth that is obviously -in his eyes- his grandmother’s quite impeccably kept house. From the corner of his eye, he sees my mother standing there and watching him, so he throws down the jharoo and shouts, “SHHHHHITTTTT, Nanna, SHIIITTTT.” My poor mom must have been completely horrified at the language coming from her precious angels mouth, until of course she figured out that all he wanted her to do was SIT down and relax while he took over the cleaning of her house.