Everything sounds better in Spanish.
The humble “watermelon” becomes the melodious “sandía”, the boring “desk” becomes a sing-song “escritorio”, and the rather rude “sonofabitch snot-face” becomes a loving “jueputa mocoso.”
It’s almost poetry!
You must know I do not call C this out of anger. When I am mad I call him by his first name, middle name, and both surnames, like every Costa Rican mother before me. To this day, my stomach drops whenever my mother calls me by my full name.
No. I call C a jueputa mocoso out of affection, whenever he does something incredibly cute, whenever I feel proud of a trick he’s just performed.
Awwww! Jueputa mocoso! My lil sonofabitch snot-face!