Well… it’s official… the girls speak Spanish. Ha ha ha. Joseph and I were “bad” and stopped at McDs for milkshakes on the way home from running all sorts of errands.
I shared mine with the girls. They walk up, suck as hard as possible for a second, leave and play and come back. At one point, *I* was drinking … it was MY drink of course… and both of them walked up to me saying “mas! mas!” which means “More! More!”.