Kalin grins and lifts his foot into Derek's lap,poking him with his toe, "Can you get me my food?" He asks, wiping at Derek.
Javi snorts, "God. . ."
Kalin's mom swats at Kalin, "Ah, puedes conseguir tu propia comida, Kalin."
Kalin sighs, "Mamá, ¿con qué frecuencia tengo que decírtelo? A Derek le gusta hacer cosas por mí. Es como demuestra que me ama."
Kalin's father leans over and places his hand on his wife's arm, "Al igual que a ti te encanta hacernos tragar comida a todos."
Amaria laughs, tilting her head forward, "Why don't we speak English? Mama, you're better at English than Derek is Spanish."