Every Latina mom is different, of course, but there are definitely a few little quirks that bind them all together. And we happen to have a few questions about those…
Ok, what’s the deal with food?
Why are you always asking if we’re eating? Of course we’re eating. We’re always eating. We are NEVER NOT eating. You’ve never known us to not have at least three chicken nuggets in our mouths at any given moment.
Why do you insult yourself, mami linda?
We’ve even written a whole post about this phenomenon.
Where is “la chingada”/”casa de carajo” and how should we get there?
Urban Dictionary is kind of vague on the definition and it’s, like. How far away do you want us to go, you know? Like, do we have to pack a bag? Do we have to bring a sweater? Speaking of which…
What is the deal with the sweaters, mom?
Credit: Keep Calm-o-matic
Like seriously. We’re going to pick up the mail, and it’s 97 degrees out. There’s no need to put a sweater on, we swear on your life.
Do you think we don’t know the floor is wet?
WE KNOW. IT’S PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS WET. Let the floor get dirty before it gets cleaned again, damn.
Are you kidding when you say McDonald’s “no es comida”?
Can’t we just have one fry? Pleaaaaaase?
How did you get so good at sarcasm?
Is it genetic?
Why do you ask if we want to talk to our tia if you already know the answer is no?
WE’VE NEVER EVEN MET HER. WTF.
What made you think that wet hair was basically a death trap?
The worst thing that’ll happen to us is getting tangles. DASSIT.
How’d you get so good at dancing, yo?
Where’d you learn those moves, and why are they activated when there’s a pot or a broom nearby?
Do you know how much we love you?
What other questions for you have for moms? Let us know.