Last night, we were all sitting at the dinner table eating some cheese tortellini, and as per usual Trevor pushed his full plate away and said that he was done eating.

Let the negotiations begin.

Tara turns to me and thinking she is keeping him out of the loop says "Dos?", asking me if I thought that was enough for him to eat and be allowed to be done.

I responded to her, "No, Tres", upping the ante.

Tara turned to Trevor and says, "Trevor, Daddy and I have discussed it and we think you should eat three more pieces, then you can be done."

Trevor balks at this and pushes his plate forward, "I don't want to eat three."

Now according to my offer in the negotiation, we have some wiggle room. I turn to Tara and say, "Now we can say dos."

We tell him to eat two.

The skillful negotiator that Trevor is, he turns to us and says. "I don't want to eat two, I want to eat uno!"

Oof! Apparently he has been watching too much public television and now he knows how to count in Spanish. We cracked up so hard that he had foiled our effort to speak secretly around him that we let him eat one and be done. After that we counted with him in Spanish and found out that he knows all the way up to 10! So much for speaking in code!