Whatever happened to parents teaching children not to accept candy from strangers? But hey, I'm not complaining. We specifically packed candy to get kids to like us. Candy from 'Los Estados Unidos'...say those words and you basically gave them the golden ticket to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.
The only problem with packing candy is that I like to eat it just as much as kids do. So when I came across Wesley and Luis I was praying I still had tootsie pops in my backpack. I'm practically shoving them in my mouth out here because apparently Kate can live on a power bar for every meal??? Heaven help me...I was stoked when my mom came because that meant we would actually eat some real food. And I thought I ate to live (not lived to eat)...Kate took that to a whole new level for me
Anyways, I found two tootsie pops and I asked the boys if they wanted candy. Of course they said in unison 'sí'. I bent down and started talking to my new amigos. I helped them unwrap the candy and then all of a sudden I said '¿Qué dices?'...as if I was their mom or something. And they both said 'graciassssss'. At the same moment my heart melted I also felt like an idiot asking them to say thank you. WHO DOES THAT.
Either way, I was so proud my Spanish was good enough to communicate with my favorite people on this earth -- mini humans.
Either way, I was so proud my Spanish was good enough to communicate with my favorite people on this earth -- mini humans.