MICO (sing to the tune of Bingo)
El Perro del granjero Pepe se llamaba MICO
M i C O - M I C O - M I C O
y se llamaba MICO
(sing to the tune of BINGO was his name-o!)
my family… i’m super lucky
When I was on maternity leave, one of my dear friends asked me if I had figured out what I was going to do for childcare. I answered that my mom was going to babysit. My friend said “darn I was born into the wrong culture.” Comments like these remind me how *incredibly* lucky I am to have a supporting and loving family.
If you are Hispanic, you know that by “family” I don’t only mean mom, dad and brothers and sisters. For us, Families are much larger: abuelas, abuelos, tíos, tías, and (if you’re lucky like me!) lots of cousins! (Yes ladies and gents, I have 27 cousins on my father’s side—and that’s FIRST cousins—I won’t even go into the second and third cousins, and the godbrothers and godsisters and the kids of the lady I call TIA but she’s not really my tía by blood but by feelings… yes, a lot of people. )
