Claudia is pretty much an imagination machine at this pont.  We are constantly performing little one-act plays ("I'm Cinderella and you are the Prince!").

While Mommy was at the gym yesterday I am sitting in the kitchen.  Claudia picks up her maracas and keeps marching by chanting "Festa, Festa, lets have a Festa!".  She marches from one end of the kitchen 4-5 times.

Finally a light bulb goes off in my head:

"Claudia--do you mean fiesta?"

"Oohhhhhh"