|Bahahaha, Piggie when he was a fatty. "I'm Bilingual...I cry in Spanish and English".|
The most hilarious things are happening now that Piggie has started talking. For instance, the other day we were looking at a picture book and he pointed to a spider.
Piggie - "Anya."
Me - "Uhhh...spider?"
Piggie - "ANYA."
Me - brainstorming..."Tarantula?"
Me - "Ohhhh, araña!! Well...the correct term is spider." (Just kidding, I didn't say that last part. This is turning into a semi-competition between Luis and I.)
He seriously looked at me like I was an idiot and couldn't be trusted, wondering if he even still wanted to associate with me.
There's also this weird, little witchcraft sounding chant that Mexicans do when a child gets hurt, and it's something like "sana sana, colita de rana...uno para ti y otro para tu hermano". (I've heard it literally a thousand times or more.)
So when Piggie gets hurt, he yells out "Sana, sana!" But I'm not allowed to say this chant. He hates it when I say it. He says "No, no! Papá!" And then proceeds to grab hold of Luis while looking back at me like he's scared.
I actually offend his senses when I speak Spanish to him.
I have to say though that it's all been pretty hilarious. Things are gonna get weird when he starts speaking Spanish for real, but I'll find ways to use it to my advantage. Like making him spy on my in-laws and then grilling him for every detail after we leave their house! Important stuff like that!