Little Miss is in a Spanish immersion kindergarten. Supposedly, the only English she hears during the school day is at lunch and library. We had seen the results of this from friends who’ve done this program and from the test scores in our district, so we weren’t too worried about her academically. And anyone who knows her personality knows that she’s absolutely A-OK in an unfamiliar and unusual setting.
That said, we were very interested to see how she did with the Spanish in terms of being able to understand what the teacher was saying and how things were working. One friend talked about how her child came home from school after Thanksgiving, picked up the phone to call a Spanish speaker from her class and yammered on in Spanish.
I think we might need a little more work for Little Miss. Tonight at dinner, she looked at me all proud as can be. Mama, I know how to say “McDonalds” in Spanish, she informed me.
Ummmm, really, Sweetie? I looked at my husband with one eyebrow raised in question.
Yep, it’s “McCafe” in Spanish! Little Miss announced with the surety that only a five year old can produce.
Well, hey, I mean… she is reading the cup of coffee that my husband is apparently drinking in front of her. And “cafe” is a word in Spanish. So two and two equalled eighteen in this case. Is it bad that we laughed?
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