We live in a town with a fairly large Spanish-speaking community. It's been that way for as long as I can remember. On Sunday, we were at a pumpkin festival and on a hayride. Another family, who was only speaking Spanish, was on the other side of the wagon.
As we were getting off, Keira announced loudly - "Mommy! Those people are speaking Spanish!"
The family laughed.
Connor got really excited. "I can speak Spanish too! Uno, dos, tres...."
All the way to trece (13).
The dad laughed and told him he spoke Spanish well.
Yes it was cute.
But yes, I was still embarrassed. ;)