My boy Adam and I were driving home after a haircut this weekend. We were listening to the radio but only one of us was paying close attention.
“I wish I had my notepad.”
Why do you say that Adam?
“Because I want to write something down.”
That’s my boy!
Nothing. What do you want to write down?
“That commercial that was just on…”
“Yeah. Something Stone.. learning languages?”
“That’s it. Rosetta Stone.”
Why do you want Rosetta Stone?
As my mind turns:
He’s been taking Spanish in school, so I was impressed he was interested enough to learn it on his own time. **I think it’s great he wants to learn other languages, and I’d like to encourage him somehow. However, we’re not in a position to trade a few months of the family’s room and board for The Rosetta Stone Experience.
Meanwhile, back in the real world:
“I’ve been having trouble learning French.”
A popular caffeinated beverage burns through my sinuses…
I don’t know… how long have you been learning French?
He pauses for about fifteen seconds – ’twas very dramatic…
“I guess since Kindergarten.”
He hasn’t really, but he has been exposed to it by his grandparents.
Later that same day I got a call from my sister (who had been looking at lists and was out Christmas shopping), asking if Beth still wanted to learn Italian.
Italian? I’ll say this: whatever Rosetta Stone is spending on marketing , I’ll bet it’s worth it.
**Please note: I’m not really complaining. To borrow some humor from a GEICO commercial… my kids’ interest in learning and languages in particular makes me happier than a slinky on an escalator. The mock outrage here is simply an attempt at humor when I’m feeling humorless. I’m trying to kickstart a good mood.