It always amazes me how for so long I feel like I am muddling my way through Spanish and than one day it hits me that I can understand what is being said. Not like “Voila, I am fluent” but “Voila, I know more than I thought I did”. That happens to me every so often and tonight was one of those times. It makes me feel really good about my Spanish. Last Sunday I was sitting with Enriqueto, and we were chatting as we colored together (he is so precious), when my pronunciation was off he would correct me by saying it back slowly and he is only three! Kids are my favorite when it comes to practising Spanish. My grammar is atrocious I know, I just basically throw things together and hope it makes sense in the end. That is what you would call flying by the seat of my pants.