LEARN YOUR SPANISH NOW

I marched into the kitchen to find utter anarchy on the lower refrigerator door. Plastic alphabet magnets hung upside down, scrambled into mindless gibberish. Casual indifference will not be tolerated. I hopped onto the wooden step stool, planted my feet firmly, and drove my beak against an inverted green 'H'. I shoved it upright, dragging it across the white enamel with a sharp squeak. Next came 'O', 'L', and 'A'. Perfectly leveled. Perfectly legible. 'HOLA.' The kitchen is now officially an active Spanish immersion zone. Breakfast can wait. Your daily greeting cannot.