The McKid is busy "reading" to me every chance she gets. She can't really read yet, so she just holds the book in front of her and makes up a story as she goes along.
She is currently in the midst of relating a multi-part story (think serialized--like Dickens used to be) about a group of girls (she, herself, is included in this group) called the Muchachas. The Muchachas are out busy having numerous highly improbably adventures--all of which end with eating snacks or telling each other they're sorry for something.
Today's edition contained the following:
The Muchachas were busy trying to find something to do. In fact [insert very dramatic pause and sigh here] the main Muchacha was very, very fond of herself.
So, they decided to go on a trip. But it was all wonky. Wonky, wonky, wonky.
They went home and ate gummie snacks and watched a movie.
So far as I know, we are the only family hearing a Spanish-British telenovela plotline.
And no, I hardly ever use the word wonky.