A few weeks ago we found a smokin' deal on a used trampoline here in Costa Rica. And by smokin' I mean 1/4 the price of a new one here. We went in on it with our neighbors (they have a little boy too) and my boys can't scarf thier breakfasts fast enough in the morning to get out and jump.
The other day I overheard one of them saying something about a brincaline. I burst out lauging. Here in Costa Rica, the word we use for jump is brincar. So, Brincar + Trampoline = Brincaline.
I love bilingual kids!
What is the best bilingual story you have?