I’ve been busy lately. My sister and my niece are in town and that’s very exciting. We’re having a party soon, and well tambiên me ha pegado la hueva a little bit. But I do want to share some funny moments we’ve had recently that I may or may not blog about again in a later post. I hope they put a smile on your face too.
Singing Rancheras for the Soul
We’re riding around in the car. I’m singing one of the rancheras on the radio, cause you know that’s what I listen to most of the time to and from work. I like the Raúl Brindis y Pepito show and listen to it religiously every morning. Until recently, I used to listen to Piolin too, pero bueno we all know what happened there. Sad really. I especially like the farandula news and in between those segments you eventually start picking up a lot of the lyrics to the songs too. I have! What I didn’t realize was that Edgar was doing so too. All of a sudden I hear him singing the same song in the back seat of the car también. I don’t say anything, so as to not make him aware, and just smile to myself.
The Fake British Accent
A couple of weeks ago, this very nice reporter from BBC America and I had agreed to meet at one of the park’s here in the barrio on a Sunday morning. He had emailed me before coming to Houston and he wanted to talk about the future of Latino culture in the United States, according to me. I should forewarn you that I don’t know exactly what I blurted out once had had a microphone in front of me… At least I hope his trip wasn’t a complete waste of time. Anyway. The funny thing is, that morning, Edgar decided to come with me, and while I sat down for the interview we had agreed he was going to go play where I could keep an eye on him. Only that was before we got out of the car and introduced ourselves to the reporter and his companion. He immediately went towards Edgar and shook his hand, greeting him with a very British accent. To which Edgar, to everyone’s surprise, especially mine, greeted him back with his own version of a British accent.
None of us could do anything other than laugh. Afterwards, he and I couldn’t stop laughing at how embarrassing the moment had been and to this day he is still completely in shock at his gut reaction. I guess our television viewing habits didn’t help him any either. We’ve been watching Keeping Up Appearances religiously for months now.
Church School for Edgar
Yesterday, Edgar and I again were talking. It was a very brief conversation this time. He was asking about one of my conversations that he had overheard. To throw him off I reminded him that we still need to register him for his first communion classes, to which he replied that he didn’t want to sign up for Catechism classes in Spanish because he doesn’t fully understand the language. My conversation with the BBC America reporter immediately flooded back. ¡Ay Dios mio! Good thing I did make the clarification that we are not the most traditional parents when it comes to bilingualism. And by the way, that does mean Catechism classes will be in Spanish for Edgar.
