I gotta admit it. Amish children are too cute.
The "mom" in me wants to cuddle 'em in my arms. They dress like miniature adults, speak Deutch before English - which they learn in kindergarten - have angelic innocent faces, and they're entrusted with fieldwork and kitchen duty before they leave elementary school.
Ever try talking to their wee ones at Walmart? They gaze at you like deer caught in headlights.
Why? First, they probably don't have a clue what you're saying as you're speaking English and they don't understand your foreign language!
Second, they've probably been sternly warned, "Baheft dich!" Translation: behave yourself! If you would've asked, "vhee getes?" they would understand you to ask, "How's it going?"
The "mom" in me wants to cuddle 'em in my arms. They dress like miniature adults, speak Deutch before English - which they learn in kindergarten - have angelic innocent faces, and they're entrusted with fieldwork and kitchen duty before they leave elementary school.
Ever try talking to their wee ones at Walmart? They gaze at you like deer caught in headlights.
Why? First, they probably don't have a clue what you're saying as you're speaking English and they don't understand your foreign language!
Second, they've probably been sternly warned, "Baheft dich!" Translation: behave yourself! If you would've asked, "vhee getes?" they would understand you to ask, "How's it going?"