Our four-year-old son speaks English and German, and he has picked up some Cantonese since we moved to Hong Kong.
One day, I was getting ready to take him to a rugby game. His mother, not being a rugby fan, planned to spend a quiet afternoon at home. Our son, however, pleaded.
"Come on, Mommy, you must come."
"I don't understand the game," she replied.
"But it's in English, Mommy!"