Lost in Translation

I want Ukrainian people to come to faith, and I don't want my someday-children to think their mama isn't very intelligent. Therefore, I'm learning Ukrainian.

I have had some moments of glory, like at the market when I order "dvi charne buhanki"- two black breads.

I have had some moments not quite so great, like the time I greeted my mother-in-law into my home for the very first time, "sprizdom d'domu"- welcome to my prosthetic leg.

I don't have high hopes of her opinion of my intellect, but "ya natyskayu na"- I press on.