The same child who last night offered to help translate when the water-heater (non)repair man comes to the house today refused to answer a simple question posed to her by the pharmacist.
Wed gone to fill her pile of prescriptions for her cough and sore throat. (Cough and sore throat = 4 medications.) First, the pharmacist asked her if she is Kaitlyn, and how to pronounce her name (which he got right. He says it better than her teacher at school). She did nod her head to that question. Then he asked her how old she is. I had to whisper six ans in her ear, which she then repeated. Then he asked her what she weighs. To that, she just hid behind me and giggled. Oh, yea, shes gonna make a great translator.