I remember when we were young, my parents used to speak to each other in Indonesian when they didn’t want us to know what they were talking about. To this day, I’m not sure that they believe that we all, indeed, understand a bit of Indonesian (enough to understand what they were saying about us!).
For the past little while, Brian and I have been spelling words when we don’t want the kids to understand what we’re saying. We don’t do it often, but we do it purposely. Lately, I’ve noticed that Josh listens more and more when Bri and I talk to each other. There have even been times when I’ve spelled a word and Josh would ask what I was spelling. Sorry, kid!
Yesterday, we were in the car on the way to Emma Lea Farms. Out of the blue, Josh says, “Mommy, Avery has her F-E-E-T on the seat.” You should have seen the look of incredulity that Bri and I gave each other!
And just in case we weren’t clear that Josh is catching on to our tricks, once we reached Emma Lea Farms and found out we couldn’t pick strawberries, I said to Brian, “We can still get some I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M.”. Without missing a beat, Josh says, “Mommy, are we going to have ice cream?”. Dammit.
What did your parents do when they didn’t want you to know what they were saying? And better yet, what do you do when you don’t want your kids to know what you’re saying?