Our daughters are very fond of pretending to be restaurateurs and forcing Hubs and me to order countless dishes.
Hubs: What kind of restaurant is this?
5yo: It's Mexican, Daddy! Your favorite!
Hubs: Great! I'll take eighty seven tacos.
5yo: Here you go! Eighty seven tacos.
3yo: I have cacos, too. Here you go.
Me: She said cacos.
Hubs: Cock-o's?
Me:
Yes. Wait. Is that how you say cock in Spanish? Don't you just put an O
at the end of everything? Like, "she gave-o you-o a cock-o."
Hubs: That's how I got through high school Spanish.
[Note:
the inappropriate part of this conversation was whispered so as to
protect innocent ears. We may be terrible people, but we're not
monsters.]
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