June 07, 2004

flying time

My oldest son has flown to Cancun for a vacation with his friends. I'm not terribly happy about this. He's going to fry in the sun. Paper would look tan next to him. I'm not kidding. He also doesn't like sand. So not a sand person. Got off the airplane, sent me an e-mail five minutes later, griping about the way the sand was already in everything. Five whole minutes in Mexico, and there's already a sand issue. There is also a peso issue, because apparently, pesos do not make sense. I fully expect to get a phone call from the Mexican government in the next couple of days asking me if I would please draw a line at Texas and keep my son on our side of the line. I fully expect him to be complaining in the background about the sand. And the pesos. And also, he doesn't speak Spanish. I'm just praying he doesn't learn the word for "jail" while he's there.

Posted by toni at June 7, 2004 10:39 AM
Comments

jail = prisión, cárcel

You're welcome.

Posted by: pooks at June 7, 2004 02:07 PM