indigeneity

i had an interesting experience this past week with my two year-old son, Isaac. we were walking over to the Samsons place and i was singing an absurd song about our where we were going and who we were going to see. at one point in this song i mused that we were walking along the footpath. Isaac swivelled in his pram (or should i say, stroller) and looked up at me with furrowed brow and pointed finger. He said, "sidewalk, sidewalk..on sidewalk". At once i was reminded that my child is, unlike me, a native of this part of the world. he will say 'sidewalk', not 'foot path'. he will say 'fall' and not 'autumn'. this child of mine will not be very much like me in many ways. a missionary lesson, me thinks.