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Me Duele/It Hurts

I tutor a 7-year old English-speaking child who is in a Spanish immersion first grade.  She didn't do Spanish immersion kindergarten so she's a little behind but she's really smart.  However, she doesn't really like to pay attention and is having a hard time sort of buying into her new class, so that's been the challenge.

The other day, I was at her house when she came in limping and crying and being very dramatic about her fall from a tree. She wouldn't stop talking about how much it hurt (she forgot to cry when I gave her a sticker so I don't think it hurt all that much) so I told her how to say it in Spanish.

This child really really likes singing so she started humming and singing "me duele, it hurts me, me duele it hurts."  Sensing an opportunity, I taught her the names of some of the body parts.   Pretty soon her song went something like this:

Me duele la cabeza
Me duele, it hurts

Me duele el brazo
Me duele, it hurts

Me duele, me duele, me duele, it hurts
Me duele, me duele, me duele, it hurts

Me duele el pelo
Me duele, it hurts

Me duele el dedo
Me duele, it hurts

Me duele, me duele, me duele, it hurts
Me duele, me duele, me duele, it hurts

It was a very sweet little tune and I can't wait to see if she remembers it.  And no, her head, arm, hair, finger, and all these other things did not hurt, but she really does love drama.  And singing.

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