Wiggling Words

We discovered that ‘fire’ in Catalan was ‘fok’, and Jett, my nine year old, laughed inappropriately in his adopted Catalan Grandfather’s face every time he repeated the unfortunate word. I thought, oh little Jett, you are immature at times.

Then, half an hour later, I discovered we were going to eat something called ‘fartons’ and I couldn’t resist taking a photo of it to prove it. Small things amuse small minds, they say.