At Tage’s pre-school, they sing a song about a crocodile that drives a car, but its tail is too long to fit inside.* The other afternoon, as he and I walked home, he started talking about the song.
“A crocodile that drives a car,” I marveled. “Isn’t that silly?”
“No,” he told me, clearly dismayed that I thought so. “It’s scary.”
*Nyss så träffat jag en krokodil
som körde runt, i en bil.
Han var tjock och fet
och blåste i trumpet.
Men bilen var för trång
och svansen var för lång.
Så den fick ligga i ett litet flak där bak.
How’s his Swedish progressing?
It’s coming along really quickly so far — he’s speaking Swedish quite a bit more, even at home. He still does mix the languages quite a bit (e.g. “Look på mig!”), but it’s getting better all the time, and it’s been only a month.