Stories of KK

Nothing much fazes me. But my eyebrows involuntarily shot to my hairline when I saw Day’s Chinese spelling list. (Yes it has to be Chinese)    I mean. Come on. The boy is 6. He has not officially started school and I, who have undergone 12 years of Chinese education, cannot read some of the words in his spelling list . (Admittedly I am crap but still.) I would have let him sink or swim.  I saw it as the teacher trying to give the kids some exposure, and while I might have spent some time going through the words, I thought it was more important to get him to speak and like the language.  However, KK rose to the challenge. In true problem-fixing man style, he strode into Popular and purchased a Besta electronic dictionary. The sort with a stylus which allows you to trace the correct order of strokes, and which very helpfully vocalizes words you write in in case you don’t know how to read it.  “It’s more for us lah,” he intoned, when I protested the $400 transaction. “So we know how to re