I'm enjoying the worksheets that are coming home with James each day. We are hearing about the Spanish words that he is learning each day. Most of the time I know them. A couple of times I know he hasn't had the words right. Conejo, I know means rabbit. He insisted it was dog. I hope that sort of thing gets sorted out at school eventually. He just wouldn't believe me that I was right.
I know it seems silly that I can't even understand a kid's book. I'm actually a little embarrassed about that.