On language in childhood

Sometimes I baby-sit two little boys who don’t know I speak English. The first time I watched them, the older one chose a book for me to read to him. “It’s in English,” he cautioned.

“That’s okay. I’ll just read it in Spanish.”

I translate the words as we go along, and so far he hasn’t asked how I am able to read a book in English, in Spanish.

 

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On language in childhood

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