Today, while the kids were getting ready to leave the pool, two ladies who happened to be Hispanic came in to clean the restrooms.
Trot, who is apparently bi-lingual, ran into the restroom and asked them, according to Ang, about 7,000 questions about what they were doing, who they were, and why were they here.
You should have heard him re-enact this conversation for me over dinner.
He gave me the entire thing.
In Spanish. Or rather, HIS version of Spanish which sort of sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher only with a higher voice.
And he did it with the straightest face imaginable, like I was buying he was actually speaking Spanish to me the entire time.
If anyone other than us had heard this, relations between our two countries would have reached an all-new low.