We were in the play area of the department store — most likely building things with Legos — and two girls were taking great delight in excluding me. They were speaking a language I didn’t understand, and it wasn’t exactly a private conversation. They would glance my way during their exchange and occasionally laugh. I felt mocked, which was exactly what they wanted.
They were speaking Pig Latin, I figured out later.
Of course, Pig Latin is only effective as a private language through a certain age, but we update and upgrade our codes throughout our lives.
Why Are There Frogs Falling from the Sky?