My daughter is not quite 22 months old, I was cooking dinner as I am to do somedays, well all days. I feel a little tug on my shirt and hear Ariba!! Ariba!! Well, i'm expecting her to take off and leave behind a cloud of Mexican desert dust behind because the only Ariba I ever heard came from the Looney Tunes standard, Speedy Gonzales. But she doesn't take off in an attempt to avoid Sylvester, she is still staring at her dadda with a puzzled look on her face wondering why I haven't taken action on her rather vehement request. I look to my beloved wife, shrug my shoulders and ask what Ariba means, well according to Dora and Diego, Ariba means UP and she apparently wanted taken off her feet, and here is dumb ole dad, not knowing even apparently the most elementary of spanish words, so when your young son or daughter is speaking "that language that only she understands" don't be so sure, she may be speaking the language of our friends South of the Border, and when you realize it, you will feel just as dumb as I do. Altogether Uno, Dos, Tres, Quatro, Cinco........now clap!!!
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