I Don't Speak Spanish

 

This story involves the first time I brought my son, Trevor (age 4 at the time), to a Chinese buffet. I asked Trevor, "Do you want to eat Chinese today?" Trevor just looked at me as if I was crazy. He says, "What do you order there?" I said, "Well, you can have ching, wong, chong, foo, chow (I continued on and on with a bunch of words that made absolutely no sense until I ran out of breath). Really confused now, Trevor looks at me and says, "What's that?" I looked at him and said, "Chicken". Trevor turns to me and says very seriously, "Dad, we can't eat there I don't know Spanish." He then asks me a question out of curiosity, "Don't Chinese guys have swords?" By now I am parking the car and we are getting ready to go in. I said to Trevor, "Yeah, they do have swords and if you say 'Chinese' they cut your head off." As we are walking in, I started repeating out loud, "Chinese, Chinese, Chinese." I never saw a kids eyes get so big before. Trevor pipes up right away, "Dad you can't say that in there, now be quiet." Needless to say, Trevor was on his best behavior while we were in the restaurant.

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