Report from the Kaya front, by mama

I am beginning to think that Kaya is headed towards a career in journalism, most likely at a tabloid magazine or similarly sensationalistic outlet. Case in point: he has begun combining peoples' names, à la Bennifer and Brangelina. His friends downstairs are named Nathan and Sebastian, but he recently discovered that he could combine their names and just call them SebastiaNath. Also, our maid and nanny are named Kimbole and Mrithika, but Kaya now sometimes refers to them together as MrithiKimbol. I find this slightly mortifying, but luckily, Kimbole and Mrithika find everything Kaya does to be completely hilarious, and they do not seem to mind the loss of their individual identities.

Another sign of Kaya's future as a journalist -- most likely at Fox News -- is his deeply patriotic opposition to anything French. I am not sure where this comes from, since he has several French-speaking friends whom he loves. However, he informed me last week that we would have to stop having French toast for breakfast, because we are "becoming too French." Then, after learning about different instruments in music class, he told me yesterday that he would not be playing the French horn, because he is not French. So apparently that has been decided. I won't be mourning the French horn, but I do like French toast. Freedom toast, anyone?

Finally, in a sign that maybe I should have been a journalist, I am in love with the New York Times' After Deadline blog. How did I not discover this earlier?? Grammar is, as we Americans say, awesome.