Morning, purgs! Feeling ever so much better today -- which is slightly unexpected, as I spent about 5 hours last night at SunnaMom's with my niece, author of the sneeze that got me sick in the first place, on my lap. She was determined to memorize the Russian alphabet so she could display her weird new knowledge at show and tell. (I love this kid.)
I may not have been the best choice to teach this to her. As I was explaining that ж is the sound a bee makes when you squash it, ы is the noise someone makes when they're hit in the stomach, and ш and щ are the first (polite) and second (annoyed) times you have to shush someone in the library, Mr Sunna grumbled
All right and took over.
My career as a teacher of RSL has died aborning.