"joe is american. i am dutch": part one

tally pushes her plate of fish and chips away with disdain and lays her head upon her arm.  she sighs.  again.  and again.  i assume this is a protest against eating fish and chips.  i ignore her.  finally she says, "joe is american.  i am dutch."   i cut my eyes to joe.  he nods his head.  "i am english and american," he says.  "and tally is dutch?" i probe.  he nods.  "she likes worst.  and dontcha remember her there?"

we do all remember her there.  
tally's childhood lays a channel away.  we remember her tromping about the markets, nonchalant about the rain because she loved to carry her umbrella.  we remember her eating worstbroodjes (sausage rolls) on her way to and from anywhere, like all of the dutch children.  we remember her singing the first song she knew by heart, lang zal ze leven, the dutch birthday song.  our memories of tally in holland are so strong because that's where she learned to really walk, talk, and 
well, just be tally.  even joe is unable to shake those images and sounds from his mind.

but tally remembers almost nothing from holland, though we've lived in england less than half a year.  when i read books in dutch tally wiggles and becomes disinterested quickly or asks me to read in english.   we look through fotos and talk about them, but she remembers fewer and fewer places and activities and almost all the cuisine, except for worst and dark chocolate (bless her, she's just now getting used to cadbury.)

what does she remember?

last week, her key teacher at nursery informed me that tally wanted help drawing a rabbit, and repeated again and again:

"a konijntje! a konijntje! don't you know a konijntje?"

konijntje is the word for bunny (iconic miffy is known as konijntje in dutch).  

so is that it?  has she only retained one of the oddest-sound words to english-speaking ears? (tbc)