I am trying to get a spanish teacher for Tot. I started on it last year and finally heard from her last night. She has been in the process of moving. It brought back memories. One of which is that if I ever move again… even 2 houses down… I’m using moving trucks. One or more… whatever it takes. I will NOT allow my family and friends to pack and move for me again. Unless some really strange thing happens. I just can’t do it.
But beyond that. Looks like Tot might start spanish next week. I’m thrilled. He asked me a few nights ago what was 21 in spanish. Someone shoot me. I will get to sit through his lessons and hopefully pick some of it up. I told him he could then teach it to his brother. That cheered him up immensely. Phew…
Then again, the two of them being able to speak another language that I don’t know, can be dangerous. Guess that will give me incentive to learn it as well. Wish us all luck! Oh, she offered to do it for free… I said would bring her lunch. Now I wonder what she likes to eat… guess I better find out!
We put the girls in Spanish class. I think I learned more in their class than I did in high school.