nuevo amigo

meeting a new friend for roz means running at someone under 4 ft. tall, smacking them somewhere on their body and then begin to talk their little ears off. she screams, points, laughs, hits again (lovingly), and then follows them around as they try to escape her. she is very aggressive and in-your-face and i've seen more than one kid look at her like she was crazy. (trust me - i know the look.)

the other day there was one little girl that seemed to be overwhelmed by all the kids running around at the park. she was very reserved and standing alone off to the side. in other words: she was easy prey for roz. i swooped in right as roz was about to face-palm her and said, "rozzy, can you say hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii?" the little girl just stared blankly at me, then turned her attention to roz. i said, "rozlyn, let's see if your friend wants to go over to the slide with you." just then the little girl's mom walked up to us. we did the whole "how-old-is-she-oh-wow-she-is-so-cute" introduction that all moms have to endure - even when you have to lie right through your teeth because their child has a face that only they could love. the mom then explained to me that her daughter didn't speak english.

(remember that post where i do awkward things in uncomfortable moments... ok,...)

after i quickly profiled the toddler to determine her ethnicity, i decided she was spanish speaking. scrambling to remember what dora the explorer has taught us, i bent over and grabbed rozzy's hand, moved right down into the girl's face and... here's where i evidently lost my mind... began saying (way too loudly) the following words in an odd repetitive sequence:

CALIENTE, BUENO, AMIGO. CALIENTE, BUENO, AMIGO.

the moral of this story: if roz has to live the rest of her life with people looking at her like she is nuts, she at least gets it honestly from her loco mother.