“MAAAHHHHHMMMY! HOW DO YOU SAY TRAIN IN HEBREW?!”
“Um, I’m not sure. We can ask Daddy when he gets home.”
“WHAT ABOUT SOAP? BUBBLES? PRINCESS? BABY DOLL? BROCCOLI? HOW DO YOU SAY THOSE IN HEBREW!?!”
This scene, in which my daughter yells various words across the house (thankfully, it’s a small one) for translation has been playing out several times a day since my daughter attended her kindergarten orientation at the Jewish day school she’ll be attending in the fall.
The thing is, I got nothing. Ok, that’s not entirely true, but I got almost nothing. I can say Hello, Goodbye, and Peace in Hebrew. And, thanks to a semester of ulpan, strawberries. I think. (I tried to Google it, but I couldn’t read the Hebrew letters that came up.)
Try not to be too impressed.
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