La Legos

I walk into Aidan's room and find legos all over his bedroom floor. "Aidan!" I yell, "Pick up your Legos and put them away, please."

Aidan nods his head as he walks into the room and responds, "La legos a vito ala upa?"

I give him an odd glance and ask, "What did you just say?"

Aidan smiles at me and says, "It means 'pick that stuff up' in a foreign language."

"It does?" I say with both disbelief and a little excitement. My kid is, like, bilingual and stuff! And all it took was five plus years of exposure to a little Dora the Explorer!

"What language is that?" I ask while smiling at my little genius.

"French!" He proclaims with emphasis.

"Really?!" I ask, my head cocking to the side with curiosity. Hmmm, should he go to Harvard or Yale? Definitely Ivy League, though right?

Aidan laughs loudly at my expression and falls onto his bed. "No!" He starts to giggle harder. "Mom, I was making the whole thing up! French! And you believed me!" He yells as he laughs so hard he can barely speak.

I think we laughed for a good five minutes.

My five year old may be more prepared for Last Comic Standing than the Ivy League.