The universal language

We went out to get a quick bite to eat last night at a local diner.

The owner's 9 year old son, K-kun, was there hanging out. He saw our boys. They hit it off, because they all speak the universal language.

What language is that?

You know.

Armpit farts.

Next time you're in a foreign country, you should try it. It breaks down all diplomatic barriers.

Hugo also settled in to a classic Japanese meal...sitting at the bar by the window, accompanied by a thick manga book. What kills me is how fast he learned that the books get turned "backwards" (i.e., right to left)