My son is looking over my résumé, including the part where it says I’ve worked with lots of different languages.
“You don’t know a lot of languages,” he says.
“That means programming languages,” I reply.
“Oh. I thought it meant languages like German or French.”
“That wouldn’t be very helpful in my work.”
“Yes, it would.”
“People I work with don’t speak those languages.”
“It’s impressive. You’d get a raise. Walk by your boss and say, ‘Me encanto.'” He accompanies this with a finger point-and-shoot gesture.
“What does that mean? ‘I enchant myself’?”
“‘I’m lovin’ it.'”