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!

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