Dec 29th, 2007 by WanderingSean |
Kids are much the same the world over. The last time I saw Jose he had a young son who was just as hyper-active as any other kid his age. Now that son is a young adult, but he has been “replaced” by a new version. Arturo is 2 years old and living up to his terrible twos. I get a big kick out of this kid. He is really smart and definitely rules the household.
We thought we could learn some Spanish from him since he is just learning himself. He was pointing to some ants on the ground outside and saying “pica” so Dawn and I assumed that meant ant. The bug’s life movie is also called “pica.” Jose laughed and explained that it means “bite.” Hmm.. maybe we should choose our teachers more carefully.
Jose and Ingrid are trying to get Arturo to say our names but he has already decided what our names are. He can’t say muchacho or muchacha so Dawn was just “Chacha” for the first few days. Now her name has been changed to Annie.. can’t figure that one out. But, Arturo has told me I will forever be know as “Chacho!” “Se llama Sean” they tell him and he just insists it’s “Chacho.”
“Hey! Chacho!” he demands when I am supposed to see something he wants to show me. On Christmas Eve we were trying to keep him awake for the fireworks at midnight and he was getting pretty cranky. He was sitting next to me on the couch and cried for “Papi”, then “Mama” as she left to get him a bottle. Feeling completely abandoned and alone he then turned to me and cried “Chacho!” before throwing himself in my lap and sobbing. Dawn nearly fell over laughing.
Any drink is called “Jugo” no matter if it’s juice or not. He likes to stomp into the living room and raise his bottle high over his head and loudly proclaim “JUGOOOO!!!” in triumph. I guess we should all be so happy to have some jugo.
So, I have learned all of his vocabulary consisting of: No, chacho, jugo, alla, and his favorite: “Mio!” (usually stated at very high volume and repeated until the object is released or your eardrums start to bleed—the choice is yours). This is the favorite word of two years olds all over the world in any language I’m sure.
That may be the limits of his vocabulary, but his comprehension of Spanish is much greater–although he may tell you “NO!”
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