What parent hasn't found cryptic ways of communicating secrets with other adults in front of their kids?
First, M and I could just use big enough words that they went over Claire's head. Considering Claire's vocabulary, I think it's a testament to our sesquipedalian tendencies that we lasted as long as we did just doing that, if I do say so myself.
Then we started spelling key words out. Yah, that didn't last long. Lately one of Claire's favorite games and/or stall tactics is to converse by spelling her sentences out. She and I will go back and forth five or six times just spelling out what we want to say to each other. Whatever keeps 'em occupied, right? It's better than listening to her chew out Scott.
So now M and I have to speak Spanish to each other.
Any bets on how long until she's bilingual?