But, her new thing is that she has decided she speaks Chinese… when it’s convenient.
We’ve been talking about how you need to be careful with knives and you shouldn’t touch them because you might cut yourself or someone else. A few days later she says to her father, “Dad, I’m going to cut you with a knife.”
My husband immediatly responded with, “Oh, Halle that isn’t very nice. You need to apologize and never say that to people again. Okay.”
So she says:
Dad, it’s okay. Cut is Chinese for Hug. I meant I was going to HUG you with the knife. *Cue grin*
And lately… lots of things have been Chinese… if we ask her to clean up, then she can’t understand us because she only speaks Chinese–or if she wants dinner and I am about to serve peas… then PEAS is Chinese for CAKE.
Come to think of it… I think I kind of like this new language… maybe I should learn it too!
