Mi Madre found this letter she wrote to her mom back in the day when I was around 4 or 5.
“The times have really changed. I was singing ‘Mama’s little babies have shortnin’ bread’ to (my wonderful, amazing, clever daughter, who is the light of my life, apple of my eye, and my purpose for living), and she immediately sang ‘That’s enough shortnin’ shortnin’ bread, give those babies some carrots instead. They’ve got no added sugar…’ At this point she trailed off, not knowing what to rhyme with sugar. So I added ‘And they’re good for you, too. Then give ‘em a nap, they’ll be good as new’. (My darling, astounding, genius child, whose very existence improves the world) approves of the new version, much more than the old.”
You can see that I have always been full of good advice. And instead of my name, I simply wrote what Mi Madre was actually thinking. Probably.