Gabe:  8:00 am- very sleepy, rubbing his eyes as he walks into the kitchen-  "Mom, is it Sunday?" 

Me:  "No, Gabe, it's Saturday.  Why?"

Gabe:  In a whiny, sleepy voice- "Because Dad is speaking Spanish."

From time-to-time, we have done Spanish-only weekends, so that the boys can at least understand the language.  Gabe took Spanish last year at our co-op, but loathed going.  So now, when Angel attempts to teach him,  Gabe balks.  I learned my lesson- I never should have made him take that second semester of Spanish.  Now my son wants nothing to do with the language.  Oh, regrets. 

Gabe:  still sleepy- 8:15 am  "Come on Dad, let's wrestle.  Mom can be the jeferee."

Me:  "Gabe, what's a jeferee." 

Gabe:  "Mom, you know, like sports. A jeferee."