It's a running joke in my family about my father's (aka Papa) ability to understand and speak foreign languages. He passed Spanish in High School because the teacher feared having him in her class again. For all of the amazing things he knows and is capable of, languages is just not one of them. Especially Spanish, although I guess that's the only one he ever tried.
Melody was holding a Papa Juice (a Capri Sun that my father always has around for the kids, hence the name). She holds up her Papa Juice and says, "Papa Juice. That's how you say it in Spanish". Well Melody, that's probably exactly how Papa would say it in Spanish!
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