Luke and language

We went to Round Rock (again) for the girls' piano recital on Saturday. We drove down, attended the recital, then drove back home - arriving at nearly 12 midnight. ~yawn~

During the recital, which lasted nearly 2 hours, Cass took Luke outside to take a break and play on the playground. Apparently there was a little Vietnamese girl also outside with her Dad.

Cass sends me a text with the following:

Vietnamese girl is talking to Luke.
Luke is ignoring her.
I say, "Luke, she is talking to you."
Luke says, "Dad, I don't speak Spanish."

Vietnamese dad laughs. :)