I’m watching him as he grabs to the rail to go down the steps.
“Stay on the porch,” I say.
He turns his head to look at me as he goes down another step. Toddlers.
“Stay here with me,” I demand, holding back my smile. I love this grandson so much. His little feet move forward with no intention to listen to me.
“Do you understand English when I’m talking to you?” I bring out my artillery.
He stops. “What is English?”
“English is the language we are speaking right now. Do you understand my words?” He smiles and waves his hand. “Of course I understand you, Buni.”
“But do you want to listen?”