Sunday, April 27, 2008
disculpa, senor amado
Today, we were playing in the yard, as Jason was firing up the grill for dinner. I was making a phone call, and I see Amado backing his little car up (you know, the Fred Flinstone kind, where they make it move by walking, event though they are sitting) , getting close to the parilla. I got scared, and yelled (because English comes easier than Spanish) "Amado! Stop!" He did, and fred-flinstoned himself in the other direction.
I hung up the phone, and Amado said to me, "Mami, no me digas 'stop' porque yo hablo espanol".