We're going to France tomorrow to visit friends.
In the bath this evening, BK2 expressed her worries about being able to communicate with our friends' kids, because they only speak French.
We try to tell her she'll be fine and she speaks a lot of languages, but she's not convinced.
"Ich gette muddled up!" she exclaims, "I'm getting muddled up!".
If you're German, you will have noticed: that was supposed to be a German phrase.
The first word as well as the grammar were indeed German. The rest: not so much.
But how adorably has she captured the very essence of her worries in just one multi-lingual sentence!