A funny little thing happened at the park the other night. This is what Max wore.
As we often do, after dinner we hitched the wagon and headed to our local playground. And, as is often the case, it was nearly empty except for one family playing on the jungle gym. My little ones ran full speed to their favorite play zones {Max, slide. Emerson, fireman's pole.} and I smiled to the fellow mom and dad. Not long after, I noticed Max and their little boy {similar age, twoish} eyeing each other up by the slide. I expressed to Max to say hello, "tell him your name" and it was then that the father approached and said, "he doesn't speak English. We've only been here a month, but he's having a great time." I turned to Emerson and said, "Pip, this little boy is like Suzy in your class. He's just learning to speak English." We talk often about other country's, different languages, etc...
Well, by this time Max had zoomed down the slide and went running by for another turn. I looked up at the boy, smiled, said hello and as I turned to walk away I heard the faintest little voice say "Meeshkah, Mooshka, Mickey Mouse." It was so sweet! This young lad may not yet speak English, but he speaks Mickey. A universal language of little ones everywhere.
{Aunt Tine, recognize this? :)}
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