Esther and I were lying on the floor, listening to a CD of English nursery rhymes. We had been dancing/spinning/jumping with total abandon to a reggae version of Mary Had a Little Lamb, and were now stretched out, catching our breath.
"The tea song!", Esther suddenly declared (in Swedish - she only ever speaks Swedish to me).
"Hmm?", I replied, as I'd picked up a cook book and wasn't paying complete attention.
"Tea! The tea song!" she insisted.
Indeed. It was Polly Put The Kettle On, and calling it the Tea Song is not exactly a stretch.
I was impressed, though, because the song was in English, but she was talking to me about it in Swedish.
Textbook One-Parent-One-Language material. As I've mentioned before, I've made sure that we listen to songs in both languages. I know she's memorized several of the English songs - I've heard her singing Row Row Row Your Boat, perfectly - but I wasn't sure she had any idea what she was singing.
It's lovely to see that she clearly has some idea.
...hmmm...she has a lot more than just "some idea" :)
Posted by: Svante the Mofi | February 27, 2009 at 04:51 PM