…in a Halifax daycare.
The daycare my children attend is one of the most ethnically diverse I have seen- the reason being that it is located in the Dalhousie family resident building, and for some mysterious reason, the majority of university students with family happen to be of non-white-Canadian origin. It’s just the way these things work. I don’t know.
Anyway, back to the story of the day, which concerns the golden boy’s efforts to promote multiculturalism and diversity in his daycare. Linguistic diversity, in fact.
“Guz“, he screamed happily in daycare, in what context I do not know. “Guz means phart in farsi!”
Naturally, all the children found this hilarious, but it also awakened their competitive instincts, and they felt they had to demonstrate that they could speak about their pharts in their mother language.
So all the kids began explaining how to say phart in Arabic, Urdu, in Swahili and in Hindi, in Chinese, Vietnamese and Korean, while rolling on the floor with laughter.
And now my children are as linguistically diverse as I could wish.