I was cooking dinner and my daughter was playing with playdoh. She was talking to me as I cooked.
S: Mommy, look, I made a wok!
Me: A wok? I turned around to look.
S: No, a wok!
Me: A walk?
S: No! A wok! 石头！
Me: Oh! A rock.
S: Yea, mommy. I made a wok.
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| Not the same “wok”…but that’s when I pulled the camera out. |
I chuckled to myself but didn’t correct her. It would happen eventually. She was still only three. I was just glad her comprehension in two languages was good enough that she could translate to convey.
That’s impressive.
I secretly kinda wish she had made a wok.
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