Our dog Negra got out of our fence the other night and it was pretty late. Not enough time to get her back in because she has to do her laps up and down the street. If you call her, she runs faster and it's even more of a game. Unfortunately, she just had to spend the night out there and that was that. In the morning, upon unlocking the gate, there was a dead possum out there and two guilty looking dogs named Negra and Cochi (our neighbor's dog/my dog since I take better care of her than they do). For some reason, there always seems to be a possum taunting these dogs and Negra will bark for hours at one in our backyard while it plays "dead" trying to get Negra to go away. Usually, it's me that has to go out there even in the middle of the night to try and scare it away or tie up Negra until it "comes back to life" and goes away. If, somehow it ends up dead, we bury it in our compost area where we bury all our organics and let it compost away. This time was no different but I wanted to wait until Dani got home to "take care" of it. Matthew saw it outside the gate and asked what it was. I told him it was a dead possum. Then I told him Negra and Cochi killed it last night. He asked me what it's name was. I was shocked by this question so I quickly said, "uhhhhhh, Possy!", yeah, that's it, Possy. He didn't buy it and said that wasn't the name so I told him it was Snickers and he seemed to buy that......hmmmmmm what are these three year olds thinking?????
A couple of weeks ago after my sister in law Carolina had been in town and left, Matthew asked me for some popcorn. Now, when Carolina was in town, she had bought two bags of microwave popcorn. They ate one and the other one got put in the cabinet. Dani and I were out of munchy stuff a couple of nights later so I was like, "Oh! We have that bag of popcorn from Carolina"....so we ate it. A couple of days after that, Matthew said he wanted popcorn. I said, "oh, I'm sorry, we don't have any." He said, "Mama! I KNOW you have popcorn, tia Ina (Carolina) buy popcorn and bring it here. I know you have it. Get it!" I was in shock that he was so sure about that and remembered everything. Then I had to explain that his dad and I ate it. He was not happy.
It is so interesting watching Matthew learn Spanish and English simultaneously. I mean, sometimes, he tells his grandmother something in Spanish and then he tells me what he told her in English. He changes so easily and naturally. Last week we were outside playing and he went outside the fence to get something but didn't want to come back the traditional way. He wanted to climb the fence from outside and me to pull him over (it's a little higher than my head) back inside the fence. I was like, OK. So the grandmother who lives across the street was on her front porch watching all this and she made a concerning comment about him falling possibly by climbing the fence as she watched him start going up. I assured her that he was good at this kind of thing and it wouldn't be a problem (hoping I was right!). So I pull him over and then I yelled across he street in Spanish, "See, he's like a monkey, he loves to climb everywhere." Then a couple of minutes later Matthew says to me, "Mama, I mad at you!" and I was like, "why?" and he said, "because you tell her that I monkey and I not monkey, I Matthew!" It was so cute because I had said that in Spanish and called him a "mono" but when he told me why he was mad, he said it in English. Not only was the language translation interesting but he also really thought I was calling him a monkey, so of course, I had to explain that it was "like" a monkey since monkeys climb things so well and he did too. He wasn't mad anymore after that when I said what a great climber he was, lol!
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