Upon leaving a very good Mexican restaurant Davis and I had the following conversation:
D: What language were those people speaking?
Me: Spanish.
D: No. The people in the restaurant. What language was that?
Me: That was Spanish.
D: No it wasn't. I speak Spanish and I didn't understand any of that. They were was just talking crazy.
I've mentioned it before but Davis is under the impression that he can speak Spanish. If nothing else I have managed to raise children with confidence. Some may even go so far as to say, too much confidence.
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6 comments:
That's too funny!
Hilarious!
My kids also think they speak spanish. Too much Dora for mine...apparently, you have a better reason. Frequent ventures into mexican restaurants!
I'm sure it was just an unfamiliar dialect.
I speak English..but I can't understand a thing my sister-in-law's dad says. (He's from "Jow-Ja.")
P.S. My stomach wants to know the name of the restaurant. You know...for research purposes.
Its called El Mexiquense its in AF. Let your stomach know that it was very good.
LOL- I have heard him speak spanish- his version
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