Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Even the three year old can speak spanish

A few days ago, Logan came home and announced that he wanted to go to the last dinner of the Spanish club at the school where he works. I told him I had just put dinner in to cook and he said that was fine because he thought he would take just Maya. For those who don't know, Maya is in the dual language program at her school and is doing really well learning Spanish. Brooklyn (who is three next week) said she wanted to go with dad. I told her she needed to stay with me and she wrapped herself around dad's leg. She was going with dad!
So, Logan told her she had to be able to speak Spanish to go with him and then headed for the door. She chased him out of the house, through the garage and to the car. She tried to get in one door, but Maya blocked her way. (She is calling out the entire time, "I can speak Spanish! I can speak Spanish!") So, still yelling with conviction, she heads around to the other side of the car, opens the door and starts climbing in. Sadly, I had to physically remove and restrain her while they left. Truthfully, she can say Hola! Adios! Sientete! and Levantete! She can speak Spanish. Careful what you say dad!

1 comment:

  1. I love the stories! Your title is about as perfect as it comes. Life is a party and it is just what you make of it.

    love ya tons