Only a Germerican kid can get his spelling test both right and wrong in the same answer!
Today, while my son was talking to my wife, I asked him to repeat what he said. Nothing. Ask again. Still nothing. When I make sure I get his attention and that he is listening, it went like this: Me: “Hey you, tell me what you said to Mama” Him: “But Daddy, I’m sprechen German!” *Sprechen=Talking (to)
We are almost done! After deciphering the pages and pages of utterly confusing forms and corresponding directions, and still getting it wrong, we have received the notification for my wife’s appointment at the Frankfurt Consulate. I was beginning to think this day was never going to get here! I don’t think I have ever applied … More Green Card Update!
A few months ago, while my son was talking to his American Grandma on the phone, my wife and I realized we had a bit of a problem. He naturally understood everything she was saying, but he kept trying to answer in German. Having to coach him from the background was a little difficult, but … More When One Language Plays Catch Up
So, learning German is hard. Have you heard that before? Well I am here to tell you, it is in fact damn hard. It’s so hard, the Germans actually have a saying for it: “Deutsche sprache, schwere sprache”, which word-for-word translated is “German language, difficult language”. See what I mean? Even Germans think German is hard! I’m … More 16 Ways to Say “The”
The Weihnachtsmann is coming to town, did you know that? That’s what my (just turned) 4-year-old told me the other day. Well, sang to me. After I explained to him that Christmas is over and Santa Claus isn’t coming for 11 more months, a thought hit me (while he continued singing Christmas songs anyway). I taught him … More My (un)Scientific Study of a 4-Year-Old’s Denglish
I have a third eye on my forehead. I don’t know where it came from, or when. I haven’t even seen it. But I know it shows up when my family and I go into public. How else do you explain everybody staring at us? It’s not because I’m too sexy for my shirt, this … More I have a third eye on my forehead
Picking a name for a “baby on the way” is a job. A fun job, but a job just the same. You buy books, you make lists, you take suggestions, you make suggestions, you veto suggestions, you pray for hours that you will finally have an epiphany or a name will drop from the heavens! … More Pick a name, any name!