Language Win

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Yesterday as the kids were leaving Sequoia’s party, a little girl, Emma, came up to me and asked (in German, of course) if I’d seen her pink jacket.  I had not.  I began helping her look for it and then attempted to dispatch Sequoia to her room in search of it.  Both girls insisted it was not upstairs.  Suddenly Emma began babbling about something I did not understand and gesturing in a manner that told me this was no longer about a jacket.  With Sequoia’s help, I learned that Emma was trying to tell me something about guinea pigs.  Guinea pigs.  I was now thoroughly confused: had she lost some guinea pigs in my house?  Had I seriously misheard an entire exchange about a pink jacket, and this had all been about some guinea pigs?  Please, let these be pink toy guinea pigs that fell out of a jacket.  Finally I just ushered the child out of my home, with neither a pink jacket nor guinea pigs in hand.  Ten minutes later, I found: Emma’s pink sweater.  On Sequoia’s windowsill.  Whatever the fuck the child was trying to tell me about her guinea pigs, I honestly do.not.care.  All that matters: I understood what she was communicating about her jacket.  And that, folks, is what we ex-pats call: a win.

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Kari Martindale

Kari Martindale likes words, so she uses them a lot. Kari sits on the Board of Maryland Writers' Association and is involved with various nonprofits. She writes spoken word poetry, children's books, and other stuff, like whatever blog post you just read. Kari has visited over 35 countries and all 50 States, and is always planning her next road trip. She likes her family a lot; they tolerate her just fine.
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