My husband is American, while I’m Spanish.
Our son, Sam, 7, and me speak both, whereas my husband speaks only one. So, yesterday, I invited my family for dinner (they only speak their mother tongue), and they asked Sam how he spent Father’s Day. He answered in Spanish that Daddy played soccer with him and bought him his fave ice cream, but then he… And there I blushed. Literally, each member of my family gasped, turned to Sam and stared at him: Husband: “What..?” (not getting what Jack just said) Son: “Sorry Daddy.” Me: “How DARE you?!”
