One day recently, Lawrence's parents, for whom Spanish is their first language, were hanging out at our house. I often ask Mrs. Almengor to speak Spanish to the boys when she is here because Heaven knows, they're going to learn much more from her speaking it than they ever will from me.
As Mrs. Almengor was changing Tucker's diaper, my husband overheard him say to her the following:
Tucker: "Is you gonna change my diaper?"
Mrs. A: "Si, hijito" (spanish for little son)
Tucker: "Is you gonna say 'oofa'?" (the spanish way of saying "p.u. or stinky")