My Junior Linguist
I sit down on the couch next to her long 5 year-old frame. I manage to steal her gaze from the television, and holding her dinner plate in front of me, I explain everything on the menu. I pick up a square piece of bread and look at her.
“Now, I know you like bread, and this one is special. It’s a bread from another country called Italy. Focaccia. Can you say that?”
She pauses, and with her big blue eyes sparkling at me, she declares a yes.
“I can say it, Focccc…accccc…iaaaa.”
I’m smiling at her when her facial expression immediately changes. Her own smile has been zapped away and she’s dead serious. I can almost see the small wheels turning in her head.
“Oh my gosh…I almost said FUCK!!!”
I burst into laughter and roll around in a fit of hysteria.