You're Just Jealous of My Doll!!!

My doll is sexy. You know it!

Día de los inocentes.

madre mia.

¡¡¡qué día!!!

28th of December in Spain is just like the 1st of April in America.

Of course, no one told me this. I learned it, just like I learn EVERYTHING. Like, the family dog bites, the difference between tit and aunt in Spanish, (which in reality, is only an accent,) and all those things. Those are things I LEARN.

We're sitting down for lunch, since we have a huge lunch together as a family every day. Like dinner, for American families. Everyone except Paco, my host father, is in the kitchen. I'm sitting down, anxious to get to my salad. (Did I just said Anxious and Salad in the same sentence? Exchanges work magic.) Finally, Paco comes in, sits down on the little stool, and looks straight at me. 

>>I was talking to Rotary. They called.<<He said.

I'm thinking, "Maldita! [[Don't open Google translate, PLEASE.]] What did I do now???"

>>You have to change host families. This very afternoon.<< He goes on gravely.

>You're going to Nora's house.< My host mother adds, grimly. (Those are the host parents that don't let her out unless she has perfect grades.)

I replied calmly, diplomatically and logically:

-Well, it IS an international rule of Rotary. Ok.-

I then jump out of my skin as my family starts chanting,

"I-NO-CEN-TE! I-NO-CEN-TE!" repeatedly. 

My little brother brought out a paper doll and my mom taped it to my hoodie. She explained that because I fell for the joke, I had to wear the doll. She said I needed to save it for memories, and that we needed a photo. I went to get my camera, and made a very...beautiful face for the photo.

I-NO-CEN-TE!!!

XOXOXO!