My baby woke up last night in pain from teething. We gave him his motzetz, his blankie, Acamol, but what he finally ended up calling out for, through his sad, sad baby tears, was…
Huz and I looked at each other as he mouthed to me in surprise, ‘mayim?!’
It’s not Koala’s first Hebrew word, or his second or third. But it was just so… natural.
I have a bilingual baby.