Tonight is our friend and amazing hair artist DeAnnas
sons 15th birthday.
QUINCE!!!!!!!!
We were explaining it to Gannon in the car, and what a special birthday this was going to be for David.
"When I turn 15, can I have a quince?" he inquired. "No, sweetie, its a Hispanic tradition, and we aren't Hispanic," Gordon and I explained. "What is Hispanic?" he continued with his inquisition. "Kind of like Spanish, but Mexican." I felt totally ill prepared for this conversation. Ask me about sex, drugs, and rock and roll, but please don't ask me to explain a cultural origin.
"Oh, well if it is Spanish, then I'm ok. I can totally speak Spanish."
"You CAN?" We knew he was big into Diego when he was two, but didn't think he'd retained any of the language. He proved us wrong:
"Yes! Listen Mom. 'Hola,' 'Si,' 'Bonjour'...."
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