I Listen In Several Languages

The Daughter's first babysitter was their Nana, my own momma. Their second babysitter was Dora. Back in the day, Dora was not the loud, screaming lost Mayan child that she is today. She was quiet and calmly taught the elementary tenets of geography and the basic of Espanol words, like estrellas. Or at least that's the way I remember it as I dozed through the show.

In high school, I took German for two years. I can now ask to go to the bathroom, sorta. Wo ist der WC? Basically, I know how to asked where the water closet is. I could probably ask for a wiener schnitzel in a restaurant if they have picture menu. So, when The Daughters were old enough to go comatose in front of the TV, I was grateful that Dora was not a purple dinosaur. And, I learned my colors, my numbers, the word for stars and Ayúdame, which means "help" and I know that because on  more than one occasion, my children have summoned the help of Spanish speakers in Hellmart.