He Doesn't Speak English

As we hop from one challenge to the next and back again with moving, unpacking, travelling, church work, family visits, starting school, and finding our way around the area, I realized that I had forgotten to blog. Actually, I kind of forgot that I even had a blog. I've been trying to get back into writing, with little success, but at least I can share a pair of short, sweet, Trooper stories with you:
-Among our new friends here in Florida is a man named Kevin. Kevin has a distinctive southern accent and a friendly, easy going personality to go with it. One evening, Trooper said to Jonathan and me, "Mr. Kevin doesn't speak English."
For whatever reason, Trooper has a hard time getting his languages straight, and often will call other languages English, or say that we speak Spanish. I said, "Yes, he speaks English, and so do we."
"No, he doesn't speak English. He speaks Farmer."
-More recently, Trooper has developed an obsession with naming vehicles. For example, "That's a Lincoln, that's a Dodge, that's a Yukon, that's a Chrysler…" And so on. The other day, he said, "That's a Cadillac! Look, it's the same one I saw the other day!"
I asked, "Is it the exact same car, or just very similar to it?"
"It's similar," he said. "That Cadillac is related to the Cadillac in our neighborhood."