“It’s my Spanish project. I’m showing the produce section of a “Super Mercado,” which means “Super Market” for those of you who don’t speak Los Angeles, uh, Spanish.
“Why is it ‘Las Naranjas’ and ‘Los Platanos’.”
I decided to step in at this point, mildly concerned that my son might not be able to articulate the association between sex and fruit.
“Some languages assign a gender to things. So “Las” is the plural article for feminine things and “Los” is the plural article for masculine things.”
“I don’t get it! I think it should be ‘Las Platanos,'” she said, which kinda puzzled me but, oh well.
“Why do you care!?” Our son is a master at creating conflict.
“I DON’T! I JUST THINK IT’S STUPID!”
“BUT I DON’T MAKE THE RULES!”
“I DIDN’T SAY YOU DID!!!”
The brawl over fruit, sex, gender and grocery stores continued. I heard a few, “you’re an idiot” and “you smell” accusations. I just shook my head and kept driving to school until it finally died down.
As she was exiting the vehicle, my daughter asked, “Dad, are you gonna write about this?”
“What do you think?” I said. She rolled her eyes and skipped off to class.