I sat on the bench and shivered a little, giggling as I watched Little Puff tear out some of the nearby shrubbery and throw it up in the air. "I probably shouldn't have shown him that," Flava Puff groaned. He'd heard Penny and I spent the day at Hollywood Beach and met us there with Little Puff, his best friend's son.
"Little, you should tell Flava to buy us some ice cream," I told the kid, who had no clue what I was saying, nor was he interested. He was busy ripping flowers. We were steps away from Ben & Jerry's but between the ocean breeze and the minimal amount of clothing I had on, I reconsidered the proposition almost immediately. I shivered again.
"Little Puff," I said, trying to get him to pay attention to me. "Ven aca. Ven."
It took a moment to realized I'd switched into Spanish.
I've said before that my Spanish skills pretty much suck. I mean, I can hold my own and I'm sure if I exercised my Spanish muscles more, they'd be hot and toned, but I don't. I have little reason to anymore. Except for like... the betterment of my mind or something dumb like that.
There is something about speaking to children, however, that automatically makes me switch to Spanish. I'm not sure if it's a Hispanic thing, or an in my family thing. It doesn't matter that none of my generatioin truly employs the language, all the words we teach our kids are in Spanish.
En la boca no
No se toca
Roxanne says that whenever I talk to my mother on the phone I suddenly grow an accent. I have no idea what she's talking about.
I think, actually, my Spanish has gotten worse because of Roxanne and Penny. It's Spanish Degradation by Association. I can't count how many times I told Rox that "cuantos muchos dineros" is not the right way to ask how much something costs before I gave in and started saying it too.
Plus they always give the appearance of my Spanish being worse than it is by asking me how to say the weirdest stuff. "Hey Lor, how do you say dolphin in Spanish?"
What the heck?! How am I supposed to know? How many times in my lifetime exactly do you think I've needed the word dolphin in conversation? (Google translate says: delfines. Whatever. I'll take your word for it.)
While Sara Nipples and I were on our Skype date, we got interrupted by my mother.
La Madre: Con quién estás hablando
Lor: My friend
Sara: I wish I knew how to speak Spanish. All I know how to say is that there is a cat in my pants.