“Wu is 5 in Spanish,” the Bean said to me as he bounced around on my bed while I changed from my work clothes into my pajamas.
The Bean had been known to make up words and call them Spanish. While I understood his newfound fascination with languages other than his own, we live in Southern California, where a great deal of the population speaks fluent Spanish. I would hate for him to appear insensitive, so I decided to nip this in the bud straight away.
“No buddy, cinco is 5 in Spanish.”
He was very insistent that I was wrong. “My teacher told me,” he bellowed.
The Bean had also been known to misinterpret his teacher’s lessons, which is why it took us three days to convince him that Martin Luther King, Jr. did not in fact want to keep black people and white people separated.
WonderWife™ suggested that I speak with his teacher in the morning, but I wasn’t done interrogating the subject yet. I remembered that the Bean had said something earlier in the week about a dragon. I also recalled that it had just been Chinese New Year.
“Are you learning Chinese?” I asked the Bean.
“Yes. The good luck dragon.”
“Buddy boy, wu is 5 in Chinese.”
“That’s what I said, ‘wu is 5 in Chinese.’ I told you that, Daddy!”
The next day, the Bean’s teacher confirmed that they had been learning Chinese in class.
And that is how I cracked the case of the mysterious and misguided wu.