Sunday afternoon. Sitting in the sunny living room, reading a book, kids playing with toys. Kai walks by, humming a song and bobbing his head:

"Maya hii, Maya huu…".

"Hey Buddy, What are you singing?"

"Numa numa"
(Think back a few years to the one-hit-wonder, disco beat from Europe. Also on our mp3 player, 90s song playlist from Rhapsody - and no comments on our taste in music, please :)

"How does it go?"

He starts singing the song, in, get this, Romanian.

"Allo, salut, sunt eu, un haiduc, si te rog, iubirea mea, primeste fericirea..."

I was speechless. There he is, singing a song in "secret language" as he calls it. Perhaps not in perfect accent but he had gotten all the words. Me on the other hand, I only got the "salut" part - rest I checked online. It's so unfair how easily the kids can now "decode" a new language. They hear it, they repeat it. No biggie.