Last Friday our synagogue had a service-and-potluck in the park. (It was lovely. The people here all like beer and football, and so Dr. S gets along great with them.)
I was sitting at a picnic table with another family we know and their 4.5-year-old. The father, who is Israeli, said something to the child in Hebrew.
"We have that conversation almost every night," I said. "This is the only dinner you will get! There are no snacks after dinner!"
He stared at me. "Your Hebrew must be excellent," he said.
"Oh, no," I said, "it's practically nonexistent. But that's what it sounded like."
i hang out with a danish-speaking family quite a bit, and while i have picked up a few words, it is amazing what you don't need to know.
ReplyDeletealthough the first time i told the toddler "no" in danish (she knows i only speak english), she about jumped out of her skin. heh.
This made me smile.
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