I thought I would let all you language lovers out there know that Thomas has been making connections right and left between Spanish and English this month. When asked to point to "la luna," Thomas will find the moon and say, "moon!" When hearing the word "perro" (dog), he exclaims, "Chucha!" This one will take some explaining: Chucha is a black Chihuahua who belongs to Jose, a local Mexican man we hire to help out with odd jobs on the farm. This past week, we have been cleaning out our back barn, and Jose has been hauling off scrap metal for us. He brings Chucha every day. (As I understand it, "Chucha" is not a very flattering word; it means something like "little bitch come here!" in Spanish. So, we should probably nip that name in the bud before Thomas gets too accustomed to it--and subsequently gets smacked by a senorita he is trying to woo.)
And today, out of the blue, when Lance said "manzana" at breakfast, Thomas piped with conviction and gusto, "apple!" All day, our household has been full of "manzana-apple" banter, for in the words of Jose, "HE UNDERSTANDS, HE UNDERSTANDS!"
P.S. Music-lovers, don't despair. Spanish isn't the only "language" Thomas knows. He still can't pick out a melody on the piano, but Mommy's singing ("Feed the Birds," "My Favorite Things," and various and sundry Appalachian murder ballads--yes, you know I have to stay true to my roots!) is the most sure-fire way to get the little buck-a-roo to sleep at night. Dulces suenos.
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