Language in our house...

I was thinking about language this evening. It's the way we, humans communicate. We use words to give meaning to the pictures and ideas in our heads. When we speak, we attempt to paint the same picture in the mind of the listener. Language is ever changing and morphing, fitting the functions of the communicators. So...what does all this mean to me in my everyday life??? After spending a lot of time in the Philippines, I've heard my share of Taglish. It's really fascinating, to listen to the intertwining of the two languages. It almost seems if English words dart in and out, bobbing and weaving between phrases in Tagalog.

In our household, it's a bit different. Since my J is a Dabawenya, we've crafted our own little hybrid, Bisaylish. It's more of strategically placing Bisaya words amongst the English sentences that we use. We'll tell the kids ubos their dinners or it's time to hipos the kitchen. Sometimes J will tell Goobs to pag tarong or else!!! Now Goobs has a new pair of sandals. Since we've been calling them Tsinelas, he refuses to call them sandals. J told him to pick up his sandals. He responded by saying,"They're not sandals mommy, they're my Tsinelas!!! It's everyday language in our house, but I know there will come a time when Goobs will be eating lunch in the school cafeteria and he'll ask his friend whether or not he's going to ubos his french fries.

I like it when life is interesting, don't you???