El Cangri will be four in February, but he still talks like a caveman. “Me play with mami,” “Papa dance with I,” Things like that. I don’t worry about this because Gorgeous was a little slow talking too, and it was because of our family’s speaking both English and Spanish. Now, listening to Gorgeous, you’d never imagine he had a problem at all; he’s completely bilingual.
El Cangri had a wart on his chest; it started as a tiny bump and then grew, and even had two little offspring warts around it. I put some clove oil on it, and miraculously, three weeks later, the unwelcome wart family, disappeared completely.
I told El Cangri to show his “nana” to Jeff, and he did proudly. When Jeff asked him where the wart went, El Cangri replied, “To the garbage house.” He meant the garbage can. But we all knew what he wanted to say, and we all laughed, and for once, he wasn’t embarrassed we were laughing at him, and he started jumping around and hooting with laughter chanting, “I’m a go-gorilla! I’m a go-gorilla!” I just keep adding these moments. One day they will be priceless when we retell them to the girlfriend he brings home. I’m already laughing.
