This morning, Diva was running around the house singing one word over and over again. The word was margarita. Why was she singing margarita? Not sure. I do find margaritas to be a happy drink, but the only time I ever have one is when D and I get a rare evening out. I asked her why she was singing "margarita", and she said, "What? I'm just speaking spanish, Mom." This kid. Sometimes I just don't know what to make of her.