Taco vs Burrito: A Sin City Smackdown
A four-year-old taco challenged me – and I accepted the duel … er, duet.
Yesterday was the end of my Las Vegas trip. After my conference concluded, I had a minute to lounge around the pool.
A little Hispanic girl, maybe 4 years old, jumped into the hammock next to mine and started singing as loud as she could, “I’m a little taco! I’m a little taco!”
It was so stinkin’ adorable. Too adorable.
Not to be outdone, I quickly wrapped the tortilla shell (tan canvas hammock) around my entire body and operatically (à la Chevy Chase in Three Amigos) mimicked her melody singing, “I’m a big burrito! I’m a big burrito!”
La chiquita y su madre laughed and laughed. Next, my feet slid out of the “burrito” and started conducting, cueing the little girl to resume her part.
La chiquita: “I’m a little taco! I’m a little taco!”
Me: “I’m a big burrito! I’m a big burrito!”
Our call and response lasted for a while, but we couldn’t keep the deadpan going, so we both laughed and then said adios.
What fun! I was rolling my r’s and everything. Thankfully, there weren’t any social justice warriors nearby to accuse me of cultural appropriation.
“How dare that Ginger imitate a burrito like that!”