My brother recently took a trip to Guatemala as a volunteer dentist, working for a clinic which serves a large number of children. He has been doing this for a few years now, leaving his four children at home in Pennsyltucky with The Mama (my SIL). But this year he decided to take his oldest son (thirteen) with him. Who could argue with that cultural experience? Surely, not even my own schoolboard.
So, my nephew and brother were eating dinner after the second night of the nephew working in 'the clothing room' while his father did his dental duties, and nephew asks;
"So Dad...picante? It means small, right?"
"Well, no, actually small is 'pequeño'. Why?"
"Oh. Well, because all day long, I have been offering '¿Los zapatos, los pantalones, grande o picante?'..and you know what? Almost every kid always chooses 'picante'!"
Best part? On the long flight home, my brother asked his son if the experience influenced his career path in any way.
He responded: I think I have a promising career in Spanish retail.
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Christ on a bike lol that is priceless.
Ditto...priceless!!!!!
Oh, if I had a choice I was so go for the spicy pants- smart kids! This seriously made me laugh out loud for like 5 minutes in my cube.
Picante huh? That's too cute. My son is learning Spanish in school (he's in kindergarten) and he can sometimes get terms mixed up like that. It's totally funny when they do.
"My teacher kept saying grassy a**, so I kept trying to look at my pants!" (my son learning how to say gracias).
Well, of course he does. Who wouldn't want to buy a pair of 'hot pants'.
How's Nicole and the wee one?
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