When Mason started kindergarten a couple of years ago, I remember asking him, as we walked home from the bus stop, what he had learned that day. He said "I learned Cinco!" Of course, I followed with "so what does cinco mean?"...he thought a moment...and said "I don't know...we didn't learn that part!"
Even funnier, the next morning I was relaying this story to a couple of other mothers at the bus stop as we shared "first day" stories. As I was finishing the story about "the meaning of cinco" one of the ladies standing near me, looked at me with such pity, leaned in, cupped her hands around her mouth, (and I assume in an attempt to help me out) whispered "it means ten."
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