While driving back from San Francisco over the weekend we crossed a sign that said "San Jose"
The little one is now into reading every sign and billboard that comes her way. She will read, then look at me in the rear view mirror to confirm that her dad is indeed beaming with pride.
Daddy is a little tired of all the beaming over the last week, but intends to keep up with it till the little girl gets tired of it and just accepts the fact that she can now read fluently..
Every now and then though, we hit a rough spot or place, like San Jose.
She read out loud "Saaan Joe-ce, Next EXIT"
Jr. who was watching and getting tired of the "reading little one and proud daddy" routine jumped at this opportunity and said "Ha, you are wrong! It is not Saaan Joe-ce, it is pronounced Saan Hosay"
The little one was visibly upset and cried out
"I know we call it Saan Hosay, but why is it spelled with a J and not H?"
Had to intervene and say Jose is a word from Spanish and J in Spanish says H in English and also went on to say H in Spanish is G in English...
She took a few seconds to digest that and asked me a very profound question
Daddy, when a Spanish person writes "pass me the Jam" do they really want you to "pass the Ham?"
Well, it was one of those times where different people reacted differently to this question.
Jr., San and the MIL started laughing.
Daddy went back to the beaming routine and this time it was for real!
The little one's brain works in mysterious ways...