She looked at me, her face a mixture of awe and disgust.
“I know you want your kid to all cultured and educated, but don’t you think you’re starting a bit young?”
I gave her a blank look, having no idea what she was referring to.
“Your kid just said he’s going to the Mona Lisa.”
“What?” I said. “He didn’t say that.
“I swear he did.”
I can’t remember the last time I even thought about the Mona Lisa.” I protested.
Just then my kid scooted up in his Cozy Coupe,
“Mommy, I go Momo Leesa.” And then pitter-pattered away as fast his feet could pedal.
“See,” she pointed after my son.
I just laughed at my sister,
“That’s Morah Aliza, his babysitter, he’s going to. The other place he goes to is ‘sheeva’ to ‘lorn’. How’s that for cultured and educated.”