Desk troubles.

So the other day I got a new desk and I asked Quincy to help me put it together. He got to my house and we decided to start putting it together. Half way through putting it together Quincy realized that was thirsty so he went and got a pop as he was walking back into the room he tripped and dumped pop all over the english instructions. The instructions were ruined so we had the decision of using the Spanish or Chinese instructions and Quincy with his brilliant mind goes, "Hey don't you speak this?" refering the Spanish side. So I decided to give it a whirl and we slowly went along. I knew that there would be some things we wouldn't understand. We got all done and i felt awesome because I put half of a desk together by using Spanish. I feel very accomplished that I could do that when four years ago I didn't even know how to count to 20 in Spanish. I feel awesome about it even though it took us four hours but I blame that on Quincy for trying to understand and me trying to teach him some Spanish. It was a win win situation even though I don't know how much he remembers now.