I watch a brother & sister from time to time, who are 6 & 7. The little sir's name is Paul and I always call him Paulito. The other night as we were eating dinner, I was being silly and started rhyming random words... Paulito, burrito, necesito, chico... and Paul looks up at me with wonderfully inquisitive eyes and says, "Wow you know a lot of Spanish!"
We three later cuddled on a loft bed and made up songs while I played the guitar.
Just one of the many reasons I love my life.