One time my dad and I were in Mexico looking for some glue to fix a chair. So walking into town, I said we need to look for Kola Loka—spelled with Ks. My dad said “Nonsense! It would be spelled with Cs.” Neither of us had seen how Krazy Glue is marketed in Spanish, but I could’ve put money on that spelling. I should’ve, because I was right dammit! And dad, who is a linguist, grudgingly admitted, “All right, I suppose you may have some linguistic talent too.” It was the only time I ever won an argument with him over anything having to do with language.
One time my dad and I were in Mexico looking for some glue to fix a chair. So walking into town, I said we need to look for Kola Loka—spelled with Ks. My dad said “Nonsense! It would be spelled with Cs.” Neither of us had seen how Krazy Glue is marketed in Spanish, but I could’ve put money on that spelling. I should’ve, because I was right dammit! And dad, who is a linguist, grudgingly admitted, “All right, I suppose you may have some linguistic talent too.” It was the only time I ever won an argument with him over anything having to do with language.