I love foreign languages. If there were enough time in the day, I would master dozens of them just because I find it fun and mentally stimulating to learn a new way to speak. This is probably the reason why I majored in Spanish as an undergrad and still took a German course during my junior year just for kicks.
Katie knows full well of my love of foreign languages. And she loves to have fun with me as a result of it. Whether it is creating some sort of Spanish catch phrase that she uses constantly or completely butchering some statement in Spanish to see if I can figure out what she's saying, she will do it. It's quite funny, too.
Take, for example, yesterday... we were driving into downtown Geneva to run some errands. She needed to pick up a special order item from a home decorating store and I wanted to drop off some CDs I checked out of the library.
Katie: "So where do you want to go first?"
Me: "I don't care."
Katie: "Voy a boobie-ortega!"
Me: "Say what?"
Katie: "Voy a boo-bie-or-TE-ga!"
Me: "What the hell are you trying to say? Wait! Library? Biblioteca!"
Katie: "Si! Voy a boobie-ortega!"
I couldn't stop laughing. I tried to correct her on it a few more times, but gave up. It became a running joke the rest of the night.
Okay, we're strange that way. Deal with it.