The other day I was running some errands and Jessica was just happily sitting in her seat dancing and singing and looking out the window. She made sure I didn’t miss ANY of the big trucks that passed us and she made an announcement everytime she tooted.
We were having a blast, as you can tell, and then she started to talk jibberish. So I asked her, Jessica are you speaking chinese again?
“Mun, chun, chun!!” was her reply.
Uh, right. So you do. Wonderful. How am I going to explain this to your father?