Says one of the husbands in passing the other day, “We even have one of those cots that start with a G.”
I thought that was kinda cute considering that in a year’s time he will probably know more than he cares to admit about the virtues and shortcomings of every item of baby gear on the market — not to mention exactly how to press that very awkward button just so to collapse his Graco Pack ‘n Play.
Which got me thinking on how we learn to talk about babies as new parents who were raised in another country.
Sue, some time back now, staring at the daily daycare report: What’s a binky?
Daycare teacher: Binky?
Sue: It says here, “Tau’s binky…” Oh … oh! Soother.
Daycare teacher: What’s a soother?
This is what you get for living in Canada for twelve years and then moving to yet another country.
Sue: A binky. A soother. Mn … pacifier?
She gives me the look of sympathy, as if she knows the sleep deprivation is talking again.
Daycare teacher: Soother?!
Sue to self, too polite to yell out loud: Honey … you’re lucky I didn’t drop dummy on you! You would have had NO clue!