The fruits

Yesterday was the first time when I realized that my speaking Russian with Yahel was not in vain. We were at the playground in Kfar Yona, and there was this Russian family having a picnick. A young girl was sitting on the swing and repeatedly calling for her grandfather ("Дедаа! Иди сюдааа!"). Yahel stood there for a moment, listened carefully, and then a huge smile spread over his face. "They're speaking dad's crazy language and I can get it" :)