I was walking home after work and took a shortcut through the plaza, where I saw a couple of my kids’ friends in the playground, on the seesaw.
Then I spotted my nine-year-old daughter, who said, “Hey, Dad.”
“Hey,” I said. [Continue Reading…]
My three children are bilingual, but in that enviable way. They speak with “proper” accents in both languages: Porteño Spanish, as in what’s spoken in Buenos Aires, and American English, but with a smattering of English words picked up from their British mum, except that they say “mom.” [Continue Reading…]