My husband is a polyglot (meaning he can speak multiple languages) and it’s so awesome seeing my daughter just casually babbling to her stuffed animals with the occasional French word slipped in. I remember before she could talk I taught her a bit of ASL just because I was SO tired of those “gimme” hands and wanted her to develop some patience. You moms know what I’m talking about, where they give you the crocodile tears and act like if they don’t get the object they want right this instant they’ll die. Ah, gosh, I love my family.