My Polish is very rusty. I did recognize the words for money and home. But I also recognized some language that would've made me hide Babci's broom and head for the hills because I was in real trouble!
My son had to take Polish for a marking term when he was in the 8th grade. He had an assignment where he had to compose a sentance and recite it in class. What did he come up with? Sh@# is brown! (the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree here). The teacher was mortified and scolded him. That was the extent of his punishment
He was lucky that I didn't have him enrolled in St Stashalewski's Polish School (that's what I always called it). If he pulled that crap there, Sister Mary Gorilla Groin would have dragged him down to Sister Mary Ironbutt's office. There he would have to contemplate a life without knuckles as she readied her metal-edged ruler. The nuns in the old days with their full-penguin habits were one mean and nasty group. I'd rather be chased by a rabid dog.