Bryan’s family has German origins. However, growing up, they were the quintessential American family. Hot dogs and apple pie. Completely homogeneous. In fact, the first time he ever had a taco, he was 18 years old.
And yes, he did take Spanish classes (like we all did) in high school and still retains a bit of it. Enough to teach Declan some words here and there, but that’s about it.
None of this, none, explains why, when Bryan is around people with Hispanic accents, he starts talking like Ricardo Montalban.
He knows he’s doing it. Sometimes I chuckle while he is doing it. Sometimes he kicks me under the table to make me stop chuckling while he is doing it. Yet he continues to absorb Latino flavor from anyone in a 5 foot radius.
I often wonder if these people think he is making fun of them. But he’s not. He can’t help it. Seriously.
I was considering starting a telethon and maybe a support group, but it’s just too damn funny.
So, rock on Bryan. Viva el Hispanico!