May 8, 2011

The source of the coconut


Who's that little brown girl surrounded by all them cute whities?
My mom put me on the wrong team! I asked her why she didn't drive me that quick hour to the south side of San Antonio every day to play with all the other brownies. Maybe then I would speak proper Spanish, not this choppy version of Spanglish that always seems to get me lost or in trouble. She laughed at me then said something in Spanish that I couldn't understand.

Viva la dama de coco!

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