Leonel has been your enemy since 2nd grade, when you stole his 1st place prize in a coloring contest.

Unfortunately for you two, your moms are best friends.

Today, your families are having dinner together.

“Go home, idiot,” he mutters as you walks through the door.

His mom walks up and smacks the back of his head.

“Ow, ma?” He winces, rubbing the back of his head.

“¿Te crié para que fueras tan grosero?” His mom scolds.

“Sorry, ma.” He apologizes.