Freya and Matilda are in the back seat, buckled into their car seats (see? I'm not totally irresponsible) and playing happily with their Polly Pockets (or mini-Barbies, if you will). Steve and I are eavesdropping from the front. When we're lucky, they forget we're listening, but if they catch us, they stop.
Matilda: Okay, now it is time for your Spanish lessons. Say mariposa.Steve and I exchange a glance - the brilliance of our darling off-spring has never been more evident.
Freya: Mariposa.
Matilda: It's Spanish for butterfly. Now say hola.
Freya: Hola.Freya mumbles it. This time Matilda offers no translation, but barrels on with didactic enthusiasm.
Matilda: That means hello in Spanish. Now say como es da?
Matilda: Now say alla su etti biscotti.And so it goes. Just when I think that my little angels have reached the height of their staggering potential, they invent their own languages, with an authority that I am sure would be the envy of any third grade teacher.
Freya mumbles: Aa set bisughta.
Matilda: Good. That means, the sauce is very good. Now say habb duku ana wetta.
3 comments:
hahaha. That's darling. I love it when I hear my kids talking with such authority--especially when what they're saying is ridiculous.
Cute. Sounds like you have a future teacher on your hands.
That is SO smart! I'm in awe!
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