Yesterday my mom said, "Aye caramba Chica Perica;" I almost wrecked the car.
My mom is challenged with the English language. I tried to teach her a few simple French phrases as she went with me to France for a high school trip. My ears nearly bled and I'm frankly still not over it after 16 years. I had lost all hope of ever making her the least bilingual.
What is the world coming to when my mom speaks Spanish to me? Kind-of gives me hope....
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The Life and Times of a Chatterbox Dream
About Me
- Chica Perica
- I'm a cool chatterbox chic tripping down the International highway (and trying not to fall)!
Don’t Tell Me That I Talk Too Much
Don’t tell me that I talk too much!
Don’t say it!
Don’t you dare!
I only say important things
Like why it’s raining where.
Or when or how or why or what
Might happen here or there.
And why a thing is this or that
And who is bound to care.
So don’t tell me I talk too much!
Don’t say it!
DON’T YOU DARE!
- Arnold Spilka -
Don’t say it!
Don’t you dare!
I only say important things
Like why it’s raining where.
Or when or how or why or what
Might happen here or there.
And why a thing is this or that
And who is bound to care.
So don’t tell me I talk too much!
Don’t say it!
DON’T YOU DARE!
- Arnold Spilka -
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