On the mend from strep, first grade became Peter and the Wolf day. But Julian is in class and I have just enough Spanish chops to say el gato, el pato, el lobo, abuelo and with some help from a blushing five year old, el pajaro.
He was suddenly a star and the look on his face when I had some sentences that made sense instead of pieces of words put together was priceless.
And when he had the answers and kids started asking him about how to say things the look on my face was equally as priceless.
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