Spanglish

"Lyla, what did you do on the playground today?"

"Up stairs down slide whee."

I think we're in a conversational rut.

Right now, Lyla is about as proficient in English as I am in Spanish. Both of us can tell you that we don't want a hamburger but that please play baseball fun. And we know a bunch of other words that allow us to point at stuff. "Window!" Lyla will say.

"¡La ventana!" I'll reply.

That will change soon. In about a month and a half, Lyla will move into the older toddler room, where young men and women spend hours every day elaborating on various subjects. Perhaps we should enjoy the relative quiet while it lasts.