Lost in Translation

I'm not entirely certain what started all of this, but a week or so ago, while sitting at the dinner table, Isaac began talking about speaking Chinese and whether or not Brenda and/or I spoke Chinese. This went on for a little while before I finally asked Isaac if he spoke Chinese. After taking a moment to consider the question, he stuck out the pointer finger of his left hand and, with a nod, said, "England."

Brenda and I did everything in our collective power to not laugh uncontrollably. The earnestness of his reply was as fantastic as what he said. Twenty minutes later, I asked him the same question, only to be answered with "Englaaaaaand" as if to say "We've already gone over thiiiiiiiissss." Madness nearly ensued, but luckily, Brenda and I got everything under control.

Since this episode, Isaac has not wavered in his stance on whether or not he is familiar with the Chinese language.

A cook you can count on.

Just because it's been a while since I've documented anything that Isaac has said does not mean that he's been silent. Tonight, for example, Isaac brought out some grat ones.

At about 8:45, Brenda decided to make zucchini bread. Isaac wanted to help. In fact, when Rosalie and I stumbled into the kitchen at about 9:00, Isaac was all too excited to have us be his audience.

Isaac (brimming with glee): Dad! I have a great idea!!
Me: What's that?
Isaac: You can sit over there and watch me cook! Isn't that a great idea?
Me: Ha! Yeah!! You're a much better cook than I am, buddy.
Isaac: Well, I can teach you. You just take some of that in a spoon and dump it in here and mix in.

He was sooo excited to be cooking. Isaac and Brenda slaved away in the kitchen while Rosalie and I watched the L.A./Boston game (GO BOSTON!!!!!!!!). Finally, after I had put Rosie to bed, Brenda and Isaac sauntered into the living room to give hugs and kisses on the way to Isaac's bedroom. I told him that I was looking forward to trying his bread and that if it wasn't good, I was going to eat him. He giggled and started up the steps. A moment later, Brenda walked back down the steps to get something she had forgotten. It was then that Isaac walked directly over to me and said, "Dad, my bread won't (with a swift wave of his arm) let you down. It will be good. It won't let you down. If you eat it, you will like it."

What a trustworthy baker! Now if it isn't good, I have to pretend to like it, but that's still a fair trade if you ask me.