Isabella (she’s 6): Daddy, help me undo the buttons of my dress.
Me: Ok… Uno. Trece. Ochenta.
Iz: Those aren’t real numbers.
Me: Yes, they are. But, not in a row.
Iz: But, I don’t hablo español.
Me: Yeah… You do.
She is rightly puzzled.
Iz spends the next five minutes floating through the Spanish versions of 1 through 20. She thinks she is bi-lingual. “Uuuuno. Doooooos, Treeeees.”
Iz: Yo quiero want some ice cream.
She still has some work to do.
Me: Fudgesicle… ¿Sí o no?
Iz: ¿El Fudge? Si!