Well, it's needless to say life in Japan is unique, amazing, and baffling at the same time.
Queenie finds herself and her little hive of busy bees constantly walking a narrow line of hanging onto American traditions, unwittingly absorbing parts of the Japanese culture, and even trying to instill some Mexican (Queenie's Marine hubby hails from a Mexican town right on the Mexican/American border in Baja) accents into their daily lives.
Even though dear hubby speaks Spanish on a routine basis with the kids, Killer the Bee seems reluctant (and even sometimes confused), because to him, all things "Non-American" are "Japanese", not "Spanish or Mexican". The only reason for this is because that is what he's exposed to, on a 24/7 basis....the Japanese way of things, grocery stores, elderly folk, flower shops, etc..
At any rate, he was counting the trucks on the expressway (Japanese "inter-state highway")....when he shouted out,
"MAMA! Look, there are Eareven of them."
Not eleven, mind you. Eareven. Queenie howled and hooted with laughter all the way to the next exit.
Her 5 year old, American-Mexican son had just spoken fluent Engrish.
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