It's 5:50 a.m. and I am awake and ready for my morning run. I walk into the kitchen, fill my water bottle, greet Alberto, our driver, and Tia Ana, "¡Buenos días!"
I see an almost empty bowl of watermelon and pineapple that the kids ate for breakfast. It crosses my mind that Brittany and I bought pineapple at the store two days ago...they are eating my pineapple!
I pout to Alberto, "That's my pineapple!"
"No," he says with a grin, "that WAS your pineapple."
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