Toddler Spanglish

Forgive me for a potty post, but there seems no way to tell this story without the details of what we were doing.

Dad: “Did she poop?’’
Me: “Yes, didn’t you see her shaking?’’
Maria: “Mami, I wasn’t maraca-ing.’’
Me: “What, Maria?’’
Maria: “I wassss-n’t ma-RA-CA-ing! Like this…’’
And she proceeds to do an interpretative dance that can only be described as the two-fisted constipated shake. Scrunched face and all.
Me mata.