A E I O U el burro sabe mas que tu. Did you ever do that exercise in Spanish class? It’s practicing the vowel sounds. It probably isn’t allowed anymore, the soccer moms would object to their precious snowflakes being told that a donkey is smarter than them.
Burrito is an interesting word. The word always makes me think of those enormous tortillas filled with rice, beans, guacamole, sour cream, carnitas, and cheese we used to eat NOB.
A burrito can also be an ironing board and a dolly. Not the kind of dolly a little girl hauls around but a hand truck to haul things with. Those are also called un diablito. I have what I call my little ol’ lady shopping cart. It’s a fancier version of the wire carts, mine is more like a big bag on wheels, complete with umbrella holder and fancy three wheeled roller. It also has a kickstand, but I fell on it once, so it doesn’t really stand up well by itself.
Yesterday, B. K. and I went shopping for fabric. We took my cart. While we were looking at oilcloth, I leaned it against a fixture. A couple of shop girls were watching us converse in English with curiosity. One of them thinking that she was clever, made a comment about my burrito being lame. Feeling mischievous, I turned to her and said in Spanish, “My poor little donkey has a broken leg because I fell on her.” The girl’s eyes got big as she realized that I had understood everything that she said. As we left pulling the cart after us, I started to sing “Arre, Arre mi burrito.”