I don't really talk much about my second job, because it's only a few hours a week, but I must tell you about Takuma.
Takuma is is nine, nearly ten years old, a kind of nerdy-looking kid, though I get the feeling that he could turn out very pretty; he has lovely eyes. He understands quite a bit, and he can speak enough (and has no compunctions about miming what he can't say) to be silly, and he's got great comedic timing.
One day he had a bottle of tea, so I asked him, simply to encourage conversation, what he was drinking.
"Tea," he answered, then paused, shook his head very seriously, and corrected himself. "No, no, no." He shook his bottle so that the tea frothed up, then took a long pull. "Beer," he told me, heaving a sigh of satisfaction.
Last week, I was using picture cards to review vocabulary. When I held up "park", which has a drawing of a park with tree, a bench, a pond and a duck on it, and the word "park" helpfully written across the top, Takuma opened his mouth, then started making his "I KNOW this word but I can't remember it!" noises of frustration. I pointed at the "p" and made the sound, hoping to jog his memory, but it still wasn't coming. At last, with a sly little grin, he blurted out, "Peking duck!"
Today he was in top form, shouting out, "Mamma mia!" at random moments to get me to laugh ("Mario!" was his explanation), and I was having just as much fun teasing him back. When he tried to say, "Play tennis" and it came out as "Pray tennis," I put my hands together and intoned, "Tenisu no kamisama!" Then, when he was writing something down, he was singing random letters to himself, and it sounded like Y.M.C.A. to me, so I taught him the chorus, along with the movements. He immediately changed it to M.A.R.I.O., complete with arms. When I asked him to give the boy in the textbook a name, he chose "Johnny", which somehow led to him promising me he would become a Johnny's Jr. XD
A while later, I was taking a sip from my water bottle when he said something funny, and I nearly choked. His eyes lit up, and he immediately motioned for me to drink again, because the name of the game was now apparently Make Adele-sensei Cough and Splutter. I refused, saying that I'd only spew the water all over him, but that only made him want it even more. We finally struck a deal that if he finished the page in his workbook, I would take a drink and he could try to get me to spit it out.
So he finished the page, then stared at me, grinning in anticipation as I uncapped the bottle. You know how it is when you know something funny is going to happen, like watching your favourite Monty Python skit for the 3498th time, and you can't help laughing before anyone says anything? It's not like I can ever keep a straight face anyway, so it only took him jumping up and starting to do Y.M.C.A. to get me flailing and coughing as the water tried to go down the wrong pipes.
I did not, however, let even a drop dribble out of my mouth, much to Takuma's disappointment.
I leave you now to watch the finale of So You Think You Can Dance Canada and marvel at the sexiness of my future wife, who is the most ridiculously hot dancer ever. :D