Sophie came home from school last week telling me that she was upset. Why? "Because some of my friends when to Spanish class but I didn't go because my Mom didn't sign me up." Oh.
But Spanish class is extra. And Sophie is only tres años, verdad? Frank and I talked about it, decided it was too much, and then I kinda forgot about it. Until Tuesday, when Sophie got to visit Spanish class (because her friends were heading off to class again and that upset her). When I went to pick her up from school, Miss Rachel told me all about the Spanish instructor being soooo impressed with Sophie...and I quote, "I've got to have this kid in Spanish class! She's picking up everything so quickly!" Perhaps it's a marketing technique to get me to fork over my dinero, but I bought it. Soy un SUCKER, but Sophie really does LOVE Spanish class. I cancelled HBO and I signed her up.
On the way to school today I told Sophie that she was going to Spanish class.
"I'm so excited!," she said. Pause. "I didn't know...I didn't know that." "
You didn't know that you were going to Spanish class?"
"No, I didn't know that we had a LOT of money. DO we have a lot of money?"
"Well, we have more money than some people, but we don't have a lot. We have enough, babe." Then I paused. Hey...who's been talking to my kid about money? Did sweet Miss Rachel tell Sophie she couldn't go to Spanish because her family was po' folk?!
"Who's been talking to you about money, Sophie?"
"Daddy. He said I wasn't going to Spanish because it cost a lot of money. But now we have a LOT of money!!!!!"
Sigh. Somebody record Big Love for me...