I don’t speak a foreign language, really. I took German in high school and still remember enough to get English menus for the family if in Germany but I’m certainly not fluent.

Brandon is pretty close to fluent in Spanish. We were discussing this over dinner last night and Geoff wanted to know if Erika speaks Spanish or English when she speaks to her mom. Brandon said she speaks Spanish but it was okay because he understands what they are saying. He was feeling kind of proud that he is so good at a foreign language while the rest of us aren’t. So we tried to change his mind.

Me: Hola!

Geoff: Como estas!

David: Taco Bueno!

I remembered the Aldi house Mexican food brand Casa Mamita which reminded me of a restaurant I saw in Tulsa called Casa Papacito’s. I then called Brandon “papacito” several times but somewhere along the line, papacito morphed into papito which I proceeded to call him several more times until he said, “and stop calling me potato!”.

Gales of laughter. In fact I was laughing so hard I was crying. I’m still laughing.

My google English to Spanish translator says that papito is the same as papacito (translated: daddy) but the hilarity factor of thinking it was potato was worth the deception. 🙂

No, I don’t speak Spanish but I know some words. 🙂