I love that when I walk down the street I know what some people are saying. For example, when I hear a man yelling “murgir,” I know he’ll soon bike by me with a big basket of chickens on his flat-bed rickshaw. When I hear the man downstairs yelling “ilish mas, chingri mas,” I know Mom can hold me on the balcony and we’ll see him walking with a basket of super bony freshwater fish and shrimp.
Now I just need to work on saying my own words!
Dearest Bowman,
ReplyDeleteJust so long as you learn how to say "Nana" -in any language!
How is your Daddy doing? Can you update us on your blog? Love you little one (and your Mom and Dad)