I Blame Dora

NICE LADY IN THE GROCERY STORE: “Oh, my goodness! Aren’t you just cute with all those curls!”
THING 2: “I don’t talk to strangers.”
NICE LADY: “Well… that’s certainly a good thing.”
THING 2: “I don’t talk to strangers, unless I talk in Spanish. Gumpa, hoobrah, coober, wug, frunfrun.” (And then, in a stage whisper to his mother, with his hand hiding his mouth:) “That was Spanish. I don’t think she understood a word I said.”

Which wine pairs best with a scenario like this? I’m asking for a friend.



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