We Are Speaking a Different Language
Little Romeo has always a a penchant for catalogues. When he was smaller (like 3), he would carry them around in his always grubby hands until they fell apart. While he is past that stage, he still loves looking at them. In fact, they are sometimes his preferred storytime reading.
However, catalogues would be better than some of the books I have to read out loud! Romeo loves Bionicles. As he is still learning to read, Mom or Dad gets the privilege of reading these masterpieces to him. There are a few recognizable words in there, but not many. The sentences rarely make sense to me. They go something like this:
The Linaya crossed the river. He took his gilgen out and looked through the blotyod. At last, he had found the sacred Ilkinofis. The Linaya, Rochor, swung out on his portable wunti to the far bank. He reached for the Ilkinofis, but before his fingers closed upon its molten surface, a sudden noise made him turn. His dreaded enemy, Yitere, had found him!
Painful, isn’t it?! Oh, the joys of parenthood!