I met my brother and niece at the playground this morning. There was a mother who was pushing her 14-month old son on the swing. Each time the infant made contact with her hands she would shove him away but not before screaming a Spanish number at him.
There is nothing as harmonious as Spanish with a Maine accent.
Well, no Red Neck was going to outshine me. I decided to bellow German numbers at Baby Boy.
(Keep in mind I know not a word of German, yet I suspected no one was about to call me out on my attempt. It also helped allergy season has arrived early.)
My brother chimed in with Sanskrit, while I was about to start carving heiroglyphics on the picnic table. Mama Espanol quickly fled.
My brother and I weren't very popular in high school and now I am starting to figure out why.