Sofia and I were eating our dinner of beans and corn out of cans at the playground in Óbana. A boy and his sister arrived. He was maybe 5. Sofia pegged him as a loner because his shirt was tucked into his jeans, he was carrying a stick, and he climbed trees. His sister was maybe 3 and just followed him around.
They were playing around this other group of kids who had a pedal-powered tractor, and something must have gone wrong because this big girl, probably also around 5 or 6, got in the little girl's face, pulling her arm back like she was going to deck the three year old square in the face! Quick as lightning, the boy flew to his sister's side and let fly a torrent of Spanish that was full of fire. The boy put his hand on his sister's shoulder protectively, and they turned away, but then the bigger girl SPIT at them! There were a few more heated words exchanged, and the littlest girl tried valiently to spit back, really only succeeding on getting spit on her chin. Eventually, the brother and sister started climbing trees again as the girl's pack of kids retreated to the other side of the park.
What drama! Hot Spanish blood. As witnessed on the playground.
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