We went to the mall the other evening and were wandering about the Food Court trying to decide what to eat for supper. As we passed the Famous Wok and Cajun Grill the following exchange took place:
The man working in front of the counter says to my 6yo son, "Would you like to try this Orange or Teriyaki Chicken?" The man leans down to hand my son the toothpicked samples.
My son turns to me and loudly says, "Mommmeeeee! I don't know how to speak Spaaaanish!"
I was horrified. And embarrassed. Embarrassed and horrified. I quietly told my son that the man was not speaking Spanish-- he just had a foreign accent (and it wasn't even a hispanic accent!). We smiled, ate the delicious chicken and went on our way.
I suppose it could've been worse.