I'm a fan of Dora. Really, I am. There's something pretty cool about your child(ren) learning something from any source that they can't learn from a parent (in this case, any sort of Spanish). Rob and I both took French in high school and college. The kids all know how to count, say hello, basic words, etc. (well, G knows more because of the Spanish classes in KY, but that's not relevant here...)
It's all great... until... you are sitting in Pizza Hut and a family of Hispanic descent sits down near you. They are all speaking English. However, the Dora-acquired knowledge chooses that moment to ooze out of your children.
"Hola"
"Uno, dos, tres"
ME: HUSH and turn around!
Them: "But they know what we're saying."
Me: Palm slap to (my) forehead.
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