That is, unless they speak Spanish....
Earlier tonight Addison and Aubrey were sitting at the island in the kitchen doing their homework and I was making pink pancakes for dinner. I informed them of the decision I had made earlier that day regarding the two of them. I told them that from here on out, if they were going to speak to each other, they had to do it in Spanish. No more of this English mumbo jumbo. Aubrey now has 5 years invested in her Spanish education and Addison is halfway through her first year.
After I told them that, they let out a collective groan. I told them to stop their bellyaching- if they were going to be groaning they had to do it in Spanish as well. I told them both of their teachers would appreciate our new rule.
So Addy said something to me in Spanish and I answered her in my broken Spanish. And Aubrey said, "MOM! You just said a really bad word!" I was like, "No I didn't Aubrey." And she was like, "Uh, yes you did!" So to prove her wrong I said the masculine version of the word. To which she acted even more shocked and horrified.
Sorry. I learned my Spanish in the kitchen of the restaurant in Dallas Texas that I worked at 18 years ago. It probably isn't as wholesome as the Spanish they teach in Pleasantville Utah.
Although one might ask the question....How does a child whose Spanish education took place in this Pleasantville Utah place, know of such a word and its meaning?
Although one might ask the question....How does a child whose Spanish education took place in this Pleasantville Utah place, know of such a word and its meaning?
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