A Peruvian Man

Enjoying salsa with tacos at the dinner table that night, Patience’s eyes began to spill out tears…

“You okay, Patience?” Oxbear asked her.

She nodded. “It hurts… But I kind of like it.”

Then Yali got up on his knees, on his chair, as if to make an announcement. “Dad! A Peruvian man likes salsa!”

“Oh, okay,” Oxbear moved the jar towards his plate. “Want some?”

Yali’s eyes got very big as he bellowed, “NO NO NO NO NO!”