I've been thinking about the differences between my generation and my kids' a lot lately. It started when I volunteered in Clare's computer class a few weeks ago. I couldn't help but marvel at the fact that she was sitting in computer lab at the age of five, getting on the Internet and learning electronic ways - something I barely scratched the surface of in college. And then there's the language thing. Both Clare and now Danny have been studying Spanish since they were two. Don't get me wrong, they're not fluent or anything, but the mere fact that they've been exposed to it at such an early age is vastly different from my own experience of starting in high school (aside from a few scattered lessons in junior high). What I find most interesting is that this is totally the norm for preschool-age kids. All of my friends could be writing the same things about their own children's education. It remains to be seen if this actually has any bearing on their future linguistic skills, but you have to figure it can't hurt.
These Spanish lessons have made a big impression on Danny, as that is what he most often reports about when telling us about his school day. "We sang 'Buenos Dias'!" Or, in a disappointed voice, "We didn't sing 'Buenos Dias.'" So here, for your viewing and listening pleasure, is Danny singing his favorite song: