Demon Baby's sister goes to a gifted program--bused to a school so she can take some amazing classes for some amazingly smart little kids. Case in point, she's in elementary school and studying French, Latin, and Spanish.
Demon Baby apparently thinks being a master of destruction ONLY in English is so passe. So now he makes up songs and words--and tells us what they mean. Apparently, he now speaks French. No, in fact, apparently he now SINGS in French. So, while other children sing-song, "Twinkle, twinkle, little star . . ." we have . . .
Demon Baby plucking an air guitar and singing "Cinquo, cinquo, cinquo." When we asked what the song meant he said (looking at me askance as if I was REALLY stupid) . . . "Go to Mexico . . . in French." I didn't realize I needed an interpreter for his songs. To be fair, he has a Hispanic father and we talk about Mexico a lot.
But just today, he said, "Mama, I am going to teach you a little song. In French." It also had hand motions. From what I recall, the song amounted to singing, "Crapple, crapple, crapple" over and over again with a lovely little harmony and melody, while high-fiving your singing partner. When I asked what "crapple" meant, he said, "Go . . . go my friend. In French."
So there you go, crapple . . . crapple my friends!