“Whatever makes you the happiest. Just pick one.”
In that moment, the effect of the baby came back with a vengeance. “I don’t know,” I said, kicking that one out of my head. “I guess one in Spanish makes sense. Bollito? Cuchi cuchi? Pocholito?”
“Bollito?”
“It’s little bun.” I smiled. “Like those bread buns that are spongey and shiny and so cute that—"
“Okay, no.”