Worry, worry, worry…

The grandfathers at so-yae enjoy teaching me a different aspect of Korean language/culture each day. Sometimes I learn how to prepare and serve tea, sometimes I learn names of flowers, many times the conversation centers around political discussions. Today, however, I learned how to call a dog. In Korean. “Worry, worry, worry,” and a motion of clasping my hand. Somehow, I don’t think this will come in handy….