Growing up bilingual has its advantages, plenty of them. Growing up bilingual also has some hilarious moments when one word comes out like another.
Our children, have heard two languages since the day they were born. French Husband spoke French to them, and I spoke English (with a few Portuguese words in there to confuse things.)
We also are vegetarians (though we eat dairy and fish).
Tofu pays off... not with speaking in tongues... but with muscles.
Sacha who is into body building at the moment grew into a man while we were away in Mexico!
Sacha was talking a mile a minute
about his new found passion for body building
when he proudly announced,
"I want to be a shorts-nigger!"
My mouth dropped, my eyebrows hit the ceiling, I wrinkled my nose, and said, "What are you talking about?"
He repeated with a look of total innocence, "Like shorts-nigger?!"
"SACHA!" I shook my head in disbelief, "I don't understand?! What does a short person of color have to do with body building?" Seeing that I was clueless and getting upset, he said, "Mom, you know who I am talking about, don't you? The ex Governor of California, Shortanigger?"
"Schwarzenegger!" I laughed and laughed and laughed, while Sacha rolled his eyes not understanding that I had thought he said Short s Nigger.
Baby Sacha eight months old.
Sacha has informed me he does not eat tofu while away at school...
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