In case you hadn't noticed over the past several years, no 4 gets pretty excited about stuff.
Think: helium balloon
Late last week, he climbed into the car after school and could barely breathe he was so excited about the fact that the next day, his class was going to have a new student! That would have been thrilling enough in itself, but the main reason he was over the top was that the student was coming from Poland!
See, this is new and exotic stuff to a seven year old.
Immediately when we got home, he crashed through the door and got on Google translator. He looked up phrases like, "Hello," and "I'm glad you are here," and then he got distracted and typed nonsensical words to see if he could stump the translator. Then he decided he would bring his book about the Vatican to school with him the next day to show to his new friend. We discussed the fact that PJPII was the first Polish pope, so, no 4 was going to point that out... y'know... in case the new kid hadn't yet heard.
So, yeah, um, the story gets a little anti-climactic at this point.
Next day's report: "He talked with an accent, but can understand English pretty good."