¡Pantalones!

The packing has commenced. 

Em and I procrastinated as long as we could, but we leave in a day and a half, so...I guess it's time. 

Highlight of the night? Emily wandering around muttering about pants.  Apparently she was missing a pair.  And then she didn't quite accuse me of taking her pants- but mostly accused me of taking her pants.

I invited her to look in my room- I have nothing to hide. And from the next room over, I suddenly heard "¿Pantalones? ... ¿Pantalones? ..."

Now when we were little, and we couldn't find something, Mom used to say "Call for it, maybe it will jump out at you."  And the thing is, it works. You'd be surprised at how effective this actually is. So it's not unusual to roam the house, calling for an inanimate object.  But what is unusual is for Emily to use the Español.  Emily, who went to the crazy German school.  Emily, who despite considerable practice, can't remember the difference between the Spanish words for green and Thursday.  Emily, whose favorite Spanish word is in fact espátula- which loosely translates to spatula. 

She eventually found the pantalones in- wait for it- her suitcase.