Kelly and I were shocked—SHOCKED!—(and I mean that with none of the usual sarcasm associated with the phrase) when last night in the car our son counted to ten.
In Spanish.
At first, we thought, Wow, watching Dora the Explorer has really been beneficial! Then we came to our senses, and figured they were teaching him that at school, which I confirmed this morning. Though one of the teachers did remark, after I mentioned Dora, that the program certainly helped to reinforce the basic Spanish phrases they were teaching.
Is it not enough that as the father of a two year-old, I already hear “Hot Potato” by The Wiggles in my sleep, that now Special K has to use it for their idiotic diet commercials?
Davis now has his very own e-mail address, so you can send him e-mail that will be around forever. (Or as long as Google is in the e-mail business.) Replace the appropriate words below with the appropriate symbols in your e-mail client; this is a feeble attempt at keeping ads for Viagra, free commercial software, and Nigerian bank managers out of my toddler’s in box.
davis d0t turner @t gmail d0t com
And just for the record, in case Mom or Grandma, Granddaddy, Grandpa, or anyone else thinks they’ll be the first to e-mail the tyke, Dad has already beaten you to it. (Such are the perks of being the plugged-in member of the family.)