So tonight we were sitting around the table, having a quick dinner of chicken tacos. Subjects of discussion at dinnertime are always quite random at our house, and tonight, helped along by our food choice, we eventually ended up inadvertantly mangling the Spanish language with attempts at bilingualism.
As we bantered back and forth about the proper use of pequeno vs. poquito, our newly-turned six-year-old piped up, "I can't understand French!"
Thankfully, I wasn't chewing at the time.
Hasta!
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