Piña
January 14th, 2008
[Background]: This took place a few months ago in Siena's Spanish class. A few days prior, Siena had been asking some questions as I changed Elliot's diaper. Questions like "Why does he have a funny butt right there?" as she pointed to, well, not his butt. So I had launched into what was clearly a long-overdue discussion of the differences in boys' and girls' private parts, including accurate names for the parts.
Fast-forward to that Friday's Spanish class, circle time, when the teacher was pulling various fruits and vegetables out of a bag and the kids (well, a couple of them) were yelling out the Spanish name as she held up each item:
Teacher holds up an apple.
Siena: "Apple!" [And after I whisper that she should say it in Spanish]: "Manzana!"
Kid Whose Dad Is From Argentina: "Manzana!"
Other Kids: ....
Teacher holds up a pear.
Siena: "Pear! Ah!"
Kid Whose Dad Is From Argentina: "Pera!"
Other Kids: ....
Teacher holds up a pineapple.
Kid Whose Dad Is From Argentina: "Piña!"
[At the same time] Siena: "Penis!"
January 15th, 2008 at 11:37 am
It was so great to see you guys over the holidays. Since then CatNamedPig has become a daily distraction for me. It has been another great tool for me to keep up on the happenings of great friends in Minneapolis.