"Well?" The baby said again looking at me, he has this weird way of talking for a baby, much more mature sounding then the boy from Namimori High with him.
"Pardon?" I ask in my half-assed Japanese. I continue in English, my fluent language, "I'm. Not. Gooooood. With. Ja-pa-neeeeeese." I say each syllable extra long an pronounced dying to get a point across without actually saying it.
"Would you like to join our family?" The baby now speaking English as well asks.
"Eh?" I ask, "Y-you're a ba-baby, yet your b-bilingual."
He ignored my statement and smiled at me. I recognized the boy from down my street, he came and brought me a cake the day after we moved in, he spoke Japanese to me so I had no idea what he had said, but I'm a fast learner, so 'dad' had me study Japanese right away, I still was not to good but I could get by on the basic stuff.
Anyway, the boy was looking away, as if he just wanted to leave and go back into the world of simplicity. I so could relate.
I looked back own to the well-dressed baby and spoke what little Japanese I had, "I'll join." I said. I intended it to be a simple thing, just words so the the boy could leave and go home.
I can't believe how wrong I was.