Аз имам нова приятелка.  Тя се казва В. Тя е малка момиче.  Тя е на четири и половина години.  В. е дъщеря на моя колежка.  В. има руса коса.  Тя е с кафяви очи.  тя обича да танцува и аз обичам да танцувам също.  Тя е много усмихната и щастлива.  Аз не знам кой е любимият и цвят.  Може би харесва розово или лилаво.

Аз мисля, че В. отива всеки ден на детска градина може би с афотобус.  Когато аз ходя на работа, аз отивам с афтобус.  В петък ние ще отидем в пиза уго.

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Okay, I am not translating this post for my English speaking readers.  Basically, I am describing one of my new friends.  She's really great--she's the four and half year old daughter of one of my work colleagues.<!--more-->

I have a hunch that not very many grown-up American expats can count among their friends in Sofia a four and a half year old but I can.  This may or may not surprise you.  I love little kids; I was after all a serious baby sitter when I was little. I like how much energy and enthusiasm they have and I like that they are generally accepting of lots of different people.  I love chubby baby fingers and little baby clothes.

This said, I also like children who can speak.  They are even more fun.  My Bulgarian friend doesn't speak any English but she's got a dazzling smile and boundless energy.  Oh, and she gladly puts up with my pretty questionable Bulgarian.

She came to see me dancing Balkan dance in December. Okay, her mom brought her but they hung around to say hello to me after dancing. I was greeted with a big hug and lots of jabbering in four-and-a-half-year-old-Bulgarian.  She told me how pretty my hair was, how pretty my dress was, and how good my dancing was.  It's nice to have a friend who's not a critic.

She also doesn't really get that I don't speak Bulgarian.  So she talks, talks, talks.  She likes to make everything diminutive so it's often hard for me to follow what she's saying.  But even better than this, when I tell her in Bulgarian that I don't understand what she's saying, she leans close to me and repeats herself by yelling in my ear.  Yep, it's like she can't fully grasp the idea that I can't understand what she's saying.  And that's pretty cute.

Anyhow, I got an email this week from the mother of my new friend (who's also my colleague) asking if I'd be free to join them for pizza either this week or next.  I said, of course. I mean who am I to say no to pizza with my favorite 4 and a half year old?!