Today. San Sebastián, 85 degrees. I pick up Buckley from school, and she's still in her morning hoodie.
-ME:Do you want to take your hoodie off?
We walk about a dozen feet. She proceeds to unzip her hoodie, rip it off dramatically, wipe her brow and sigh heavily. Seriously. In that order. Then, she looks to the ground and mutters:
I AM NOT JOKING. Definitely a learned-at-school word.