Good things occasionally happen too
Mar. 14th, 2008 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conuly
We were sitting on the bus, all of us. (Did you know it's possible to cram three children and one adult into a single seat? Well, you know now!) Evangeline was on my lap, eating a granola bar. As it had broken in half, she designated the bigger piece the mommy, and the smaller piece the baby. (She's been big into playing baby lately. One day, I walked in on her cradled in her sister's lap, with a can of tomato puree in her mouth. I confiscated the "bottle", but that was really just the start.) The baby and mommy granola bars had a little conversation, and then Evangeline popped the baby into her mouth, as she is wont to do.
At this moment, she had the Mommy bar run around (I WAKKIN ON CONNIE!) calling "Where's my baby? Baby? Where are you?" a few times, and then had the baby answer. From inside her mouth. "Help! Help me, Mommy!"
I couldn't keep a straight face.
Mom got duly eaten, dying while trying to rescue her poor child, proof that mastication can kill.
As I said, I've been watching extra kids lately. Their mom speaks Spanish to them (and was quite surprised a few months ago when she realized that her kids understand English! And the older one can speak English!), so they're bilingual. Well, as much as they're lingual at all, the little one isn't quite two yet, and if you leave him to his own devices, he'll scream rather than talk. (At least, he does with his mother. Hasn't tried it with me yet, and I'd *like* to attribute that to my superior aunting skills, but it's more likely that it just hasn't occurred to him that he can do that with me too.)
Her girl, the older one, is really funny in a way. I overheard her talking to her brother, in Spanish, pointing out a casa, and a carro, and a cay-o (caballo), and this and that. When she noticed Ana standing nearby, she turned around and proceeded to repeat the entire paragraph word for word, in English. And she's just three a month ago! Bright girl, isn't she?
At this moment, she had the Mommy bar run around (I WAKKIN ON CONNIE!) calling "Where's my baby? Baby? Where are you?" a few times, and then had the baby answer. From inside her mouth. "Help! Help me, Mommy!"
I couldn't keep a straight face.
Mom got duly eaten, dying while trying to rescue her poor child, proof that mastication can kill.
As I said, I've been watching extra kids lately. Their mom speaks Spanish to them (and was quite surprised a few months ago when she realized that her kids understand English! And the older one can speak English!), so they're bilingual. Well, as much as they're lingual at all, the little one isn't quite two yet, and if you leave him to his own devices, he'll scream rather than talk. (At least, he does with his mother. Hasn't tried it with me yet, and I'd *like* to attribute that to my superior aunting skills, but it's more likely that it just hasn't occurred to him that he can do that with me too.)
Her girl, the older one, is really funny in a way. I overheard her talking to her brother, in Spanish, pointing out a casa, and a carro, and a cay-o (caballo), and this and that. When she noticed Ana standing nearby, she turned around and proceeded to repeat the entire paragraph word for word, in English. And she's just three a month ago! Bright girl, isn't she?
