All Hail Dora
It’s no secret that I have to withstand watching Dora AT LEAST once a day, but usually way more than that. And Dora dolls all over the house. And a Dora story before nap and bedtime. It can be a little annoying. But now I have good reason to love Dora.
She taught my two-year-old Spanish.
Em and I were just cuddling on the couch reading our nightly Dora story, and I’ll be darned if she didn’t count one through seven IN SPANISH!!!! (She was counting the seven seas in the Dora Treasure Chest story). Clear. As. Day. Uno. Dos. Tres. Cuatro. Cinco. Seis. Siete. Chris and I, quite literally, just sat there with our jaws wide open. When I finally had the wits about me to turn the page, I continued reading the story. I got to the part where I read, “Vamonos”, and Em replied, “Let’s Go!” (um, for all of you non-Spanish-saavy folks out there, that’s what Vamonos means.)
Holy cow.
I swear that kid is a sponge for knowledge.
