The question of the week from Skadi has been “are you American?”
We went to the grocery store where she piped up and asked the checker, “are you American?”
She has repeatedly asked me if I am American and everyone else around her, including her daycare teachers who have assured her repeatedly that they are at least, legal to work in the US.
AB had his mom on the phone and held the phone up to Skadi to say hello. No hello from her, instead my mother in law heard, “I am Skadi Jeanne C-----, an American. Are you American?”
We put up the Christmas tree (or rigged it up as the case was) and decorated it on Sunday.
I no longer have to worry about the kids eating the little metal hooks used to hang ornaments.
Nope, now I only have to worry about my American daughter shoving them through her ears so she can have “beautiful earrings!”
When she failed to succeed (thankfully), and about the same time I realized what she was doing, she handed the object in her hand to me and asked me to put her earring in her ear.
I got my ears pierced when I was five and after I had repeatedly asked for them. I am setting the same goal with Skadi. Two and a half years to go (at least).