For the last four months I have spoken nothing but Spanish to Madelena, which now comes naturally after a few weeks of translating in my own head. After a series of failed nanny relationships, she is also now being cared for full time by someone who speaks nothing but Spanish to her or anyone else. Every book is in Spanish, most of her music is in Spanish, and I am learning new words every day to keep up with her growing number of questions (usually indicated by pointing at something and saying "Ooooooooh?"). Even Shawn Joaquin starts her day by shouting BUENOS DIAS MI AMOR! and saying repeatedly to her as she heads towards one of his toys NO LO TOQUES! NO LO TOQUES! MAAAAMAAAA!
So today, with great pride, she pointed at Cheyenne....always referred to as la perra, la perrita or la perrita loca. Staring deep into Cheyenne's eyes she said with great force: DOG. DOG. DOG.
"NO. Perrrrrra, perrrrrrra, mi amor."
At that she threw back her head and laughed and shouted "Bye byeeeeee" as she took off for the stairs, probably on her way upstairs to listen to her Rosetta Stone English tapes sent to her by her anti-bilingualism grandparents. Holy crap. I mean...santo mierda.
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