Yesterday Josh stopped at the flower shop on the way home (and unnecessary flowers are a favorite thing around here so I'm never sad when he does that).
He walked into the shop and the cute little high school aged girl behind the counter chirped, "Hola," in greeting to him.
Josh stopped immediately and plastered some flabbergastedness onto his face. He took a step back and said in mock surprise and fake embarrassment, "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize this was a Spanish speaking shop. I'll have to find somewhere else," and he turned to slink out of the store.
The poor little girl at the counter anxiously called out (in English) to stop him only to find him smiling mischievously when he turned back around to face her. They both had a good laugh and I got some flowers out of the deal so it worked out well for everyone.
No wonder we have so much fun together.
One lovely bouquet of flowers (and one bonus pixie) at our house. Happy afternoon.