The Translator Aka, Mommy.

I wish I was bilingual but I'm not. I can speak basic French if that. And by basic I mean " Bonjour" ,      "je m'appelle Sarah" and " Ou est le chocolat?"  but I do understand 2 languages. English and Kenny Boo. Let me paint a picture for you real quick. Lets say you're at the zoo with your good friend and their child who is around 2 or 3. You may be even extremely close to this child and spend a great deal of time molding and shaping them. Maybe you watched this child come into the world, changed their diapers and was there for his/her first steps. That means nothing when that child learns how to speak. Because when they come up to you and hold out their cute, chubby little hand with those big pleading eyes and say" Can I have some monkey cheese?" you really begin to wonder just how close to them you want to be. That's where the translator comes in, aka: Mommy. The translator automatically assumes that since you and the child are so close that you will naturally understand the sentences that flow from their mouth. So when you just heard " Can I have some monkey cheese?", and are standing there with a confused and somewhat disturbed look on your face, the translator finally realizes that help is needed and translates the sentence from " Can I have some monkey cheese?" to " Can I have some money please?". You realize then what an obvious sentence that was since you're standing in front of stand with balloons and gorilla hats.

Mommies everywhere are translators for a certain amount of time in their child's life. But sometimes even Mommies don't understand what their child is saying. Kenny says the most outrageous things to me sometimes and most of the time I can figure out from just a word or two in the entire sentence what he was trying to say. He once asked me very politely for some " potty cheese". Thankfully it hadn't been long since lunch where I had some cottage cheese, so I quickly put two and two together and realized what he was actually asking for. It's still a work in progress trying to get him to correctly pronounce cottage cheese! When he's taking a bath he likes to say he's a fish " swerming" in the water. His friend Samuel used to be called "Sermer" and when he wakes up from nap he likes to watch a " moobie".  That one is a little more obvious then some :). These are all things that I think nothing about when I hear them. But if we go out to eat and he asks someone for some " potty cheese" .....well...you get the picture :).