Russian Club

(IZZIE)

Apparently, there's a Russian Club in Group One at the Sweet Soul Camp this session.

SHHHHH!!! It's top-secret (or so little Izzie will tell you with her finger pressed urgently to her lips).

This club is so carefully-hidden that only the most persistent and creative adult members of our secret intelligence have managed to penetrate its inner circle. I am one of those privileged few. Thanks to my knowledge of the Russian language (a language shrouded in mystery and intrigue), I have become the first person above the age of five to be inducted into the actual Russian Club.

Here's how it happened: Late last week, I sauntered up nonchalantly to Isadora (alleged head of said organization), and whispered, "Привет. Можно говорить с тобой?" ("Hello. May I speak with you?") Hardly blinking, Izzie replied under her breath, "Mila and Gabby speak Russian too. . .BUT NO ONE CAN KNOW. Don't say anything to anyone but us."

So I found Mila and Gabby and asked, "Вы меня понимаете? Я по русски говорю!" ("Do you understand me? I speak Russian!"). The twins looked skeptical. They responded (which meant that they must have understood my Russian!), but they didn't seem to believe that I really knew their language until I started singing a children's song from the Russian version of Mary Poppins ("Тридцать три коровы, свежая страка. . ."). Then their eyes lit up and they giggled.

I guess those giggles signify my official acceptance to the club. I'm in! Now don't spoil it by spreading this confidential information. (I know our secret will be safe with you. . .)