I'll talk Japanese in Japan.....

We were on home leave at Grama and Grampa Finsaases in North Dakota when Kimbo was 3 and Bobby was one. It was Thanksgiving and many of the relatives were gathered together. They loved to hear Kimbo talk Japanese and had already heard that he "preached" in it, so this one evening they begged him to do it for them.

Finally, reluctantly, he got a little book, stood on the piano bench with it open, and said some sentences. Then he closed the book and seriously prayed with closed eyes: "Kami Sama,kono warui shukai o stop shite kudasai!" Only I understood what he said: God, please stop this awful meeting!

One day he announced, "I'll talk Japanese when I get back to Japan!" Because everyone thought it as so cute and laughed, he may have felt they were being rude.