I’m pretty sure he knows all the usual English words, but somehow their meaning seems to change between my speaking them and his “hearing” them. Every night I say “go to bed,” and he heads for the kitchen and fixes himself a snack. Every. Single. Time.
Hm. I wonder which combination of words he would interpret as “go to bed.”
It is a mystery.
Song du jour of the day: C’mon (Catch ‘Em By Surprise) by Tiësto vs. Diplo ft. Busta Rhymes.