spanish church

Out of the blue this afternoon coming down from playing upstairs....
Wally: "Mommy, we are pretending to go to Spanish church."
Fritz: "Do you know the name of my teacher?  It is Charlie." (Charlie is a friend of ours who works at the activities desk at Club 96 in Cabo.  He lives the life of a surfer we all kinda dream about.)
Me: "That makes sense Fritz, Charlie does speak Spanish.  What happens at Spanish church?"
Wally: "We sing and play and eat graham crackers in Spanish."