So Cute I Just Encantador

I am shelving books in the children’s section of the library. This section has low shelves, so I am scooting along on my knees. A little guy, maybe eighteen months old, crawls into my lap and babbles. It isn’t quite words, but hey, happy baby pointing and babbling at books. Cool. We babble in English for a few minutes.

Then, Mama finds us. She apologizes over and over, in Spanish. I reply in Spanish.

Me: “It’s fine; I wasn’t busy.”

The little guy snapped to attention, poked me in the chest, folded his arms, and looked at me with a very clear “Wait, you can talk?” expression.