Spreading the Word

Some musical pop combo band somewhere said lost in a supermarket. I am lost in the first day of school standing as the leper family at the local school. International schooling has been forsaken for cultural integration ~the official reason~ and monetary necessity ~the unofficial reason. I stand with a frightened child awaiting the isolation of a foreign language amongst her peers. This is not the best ex-pat moment of this global citizen shenanigans.

In six-nine months comes the better ex-pat moment as a child can embarrass me as I ask for help in explaining why some electrical kit does not work to the only non second langauge english speaker in third major city by population of the country's major shopping chain. Why me?

And one fall out, one result, as one language becomes second nature aswell as second tongue, the first tongue falls into speaking too properly, too logically, a return to toddler english logic; as in 'he spreaded'. And we dutiful parents are left correcting the irregular. Perhaps my child is right, or rite; as in not wrong or not rong, as the case or kase may be.