Latin Lovers

I love eavesdropping on the backseat.

This afternoon I was driving Annabelle and a friend home. Somehow, the topic of immigration came up, which led to a discussion of the friend’s heritage. I’m paraphrasing here, but this is the gist of it.

Annabelle’s friend mentioned that her mother is Mexican.

“What about your father?” Annabelle asked.

“No,” the friend said. “He’s Anglo.” That means he’s from England, she added.

“But he’s Mexican now that he’s married to your mom,” Annabelle said.

“Oh yes,” the friend said with pride. “He’s Mexican now.”