Adapting

While I was typing on my computer, Elise asked me to click on the weather forecast so that she could lay out the appropriate school uniform for the next day. Being Hong Kong, the weather forecast was in Celsius.

She peeked over my shoulder. “22 to 24 degrees. Oh goody, it’s gonna be warm,” she said and dashed off to set out shorts and a short-sleeve blouse.

A month ago, she would have asked what “22 to 24 degrees” meant in “real temperature.”

None of us may be making great strides in speaking Cantonese, but at least some of us are becoming fluent in Celsius.

-Jack