After three days of the same question, from the same child the only thing I can do to keep from yelling at her is to laugh. Laugh along with me, or at me as the case may be. Here’s our conversation, the same one every day.
4 year old: “miss why do you talk like that?”
Me: “like what miley?”
4 year old: “like that miss.”
Me: “like what?”
4 year old: “wierd. Speak like me, miss. It’s easy.”
Today one of the older boys piped up. He’s 7. “It’s okay. no one understands the miss.”
As much as I try to imitate them, pretty sure we’ll be having this conversation about my spanish again tomorrow and for the next 20 years.