My 13-year-old niece from Mexico City is living with me for the next seven weeks for her “American Holiday.”
Aside: I can’t say the word “holiday” without immediately thinking of that one chicken in Chicken Run who, each time a fellow chicken would be heading for a beheading, would say in an English accent, “Is he going on a holiday?” Hee.
And we’re back.
So, last night she arrived into Pittsburgh from Mexico City and when we finally got her to our home and all unpacked, we sat down with her in the living room to chat. Our chats mean that I tell my husband what to say and he repeats it to her in Spanish because my Spanish is of the EL SUCKO dialect.
Anyway, this happened last night:
Me: Does she like all that Twilight madness?
Hubby: —- ———- — ——- Twilight?
Me: Tell her Taylor Lautner is in town filming.
Hubby: —- —- ——- ——- Twilight — ——— —– —– Taylor Lautner?
Niece: Que? Quien?
Me: The wolf. With the abs.
Hubby: ——— —- —— ———– lobo —- —– ————- — —- abs ——–?
Niece: Oh, si.
Hubby: ———- ——— ————– —- movie …
Hubby: —– —— ———— aqui en PEETSBORG. (I love the way Spanish-speaking people say Pittsburgh when they’re speaking Spanish.)
Niece: [blink] [blink] SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
She literally covered her mouth for a full three minutes while her eyes were as big as giant eyeball things.
Anyway, if you spot me driving real slowly through Mt. Lebanon at 4:30 in the morning with an adorable Mexican girl in the passenger seat cranking the Stalk-o-Meter to ANNIHILATE, you’ll know why.
Because SQUEEEEEE is a universal language.