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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

They Speak Spinach

Apparently Ana's preschool class talked about Mexico at some point during her schooling because for the last couple of days she has been insistent that Daddy and I learn about Mexico.

Mexico, is next to Texas, but it's far, far away so you have to take an airplane there. And you fly there, and there is the ocean there. In Mexico.

I was much more impressed than the situation probably warranted, but it was early proof that My Girl is not going to be one of those college doofuses telling Jay Leno that Idaho is a country in the Middle East.

The other night we stopped by Blockbuster to pick up a kiddie flick. On our way out, we walked past a man speaking Spanish.

Mom! Why is that man saying bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh?

Furthering the learning about Mexico, I said - He's speaking Spanish. That's how they talk in Mexico. They have their own words, called Spanish.

It must have sunk in because, last night:

Mexico, is next to Texas, but it's far, far away so you have to take an airplane there. And you fly there, and there is the ocean there. In Mexico. They speak spinach there.

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