The cold weather has brought in a spate of Chinese food and Izzy and I have begun to consider Grand Sichuan as our second kitchen. We seem to find ourselves eating food from there at least once a week. We are often on our way home from visiting Grandpa and it is a convenient, warm stop.
Last week, as we awaited our order, Izzy was listening to the buzz of Chinese words floating around us. He turned to me to ask why he wasn't learning how to speak Chinese. I said I wasn't sure but that he was learning to speak French and Spanish. It was then he announced that he also wanted to learn Chinese. He explained that some of his classmates were learning it and that he wanted to as well. My first inclination was to refuse his request as I don't approve of over scheduling but he kept asking so I finally told him he could give it a try.
At his first class, the teacher promptly outfitted him with a traditional hat. He was captivated and despite the fact that he has French class immediately afterwards, he insists he can do it. He can already count past ten and he is excited for his next class. Who knows, if this all works out, one day he can take me to a restaurant in Chinatown and order for us in Chinese!!