L grabbed the bottle from me in a pique of I do it mySELF! and I didn't stop her. She pumped a generous squirt into her hand and smeared it across her belly and froze in paralysis at the shock of the temperature against her steamy just-bathed body. I wanted to get her in her fleecy footies quickly so I continued rubbing in where she left off and she grew rigid and screamed.
Sometimes she just
L just glared at me but E helpfully answered from around the corner where she was doing her very best not to brush her teeth. It's Chinese, Mama. She's saying no in Chinese.
"You are?" I asked L with no small incredulity in my voice. She nodded in a small way. I stuffed toes into footies and held her in my lap to warm her. "Since when do you know Chinese?"
Oh, one of our teachers taught us that, E answered for her again.
It took me until after their bedtimes and googling a translation with transliteration program, but bu xie means, essentially, "no thanks" in Mandarin.
And this little vignette is really throwing me off, because you know E has been saying she can speak Chinese for years now. And this whole time, I essentially nodded my head and addressed her language constructs with "yes, dear"s.
But now, who knows:
maybe the girls really speak some Chinese?