Prompt: El Diablo
The little one ran from the opposite the prefab to the other. "Mi papa es el Diablo!*" she screeched.
Shepard looked up from her data pad. "Again?" she asked, eyebrow arched as her daughter took a flying leap into her lap.
James rounded the corner, a bag on his head, making grunting noises.
The little one squealed. There was a smile on her face so Shepard grinned.
"Tu papá no puede volver a vernos, Estela,**" she whispered. "Vaya él!***"
A squeal, a grunt, and thump later, James Vega and his family laughed as he and his daughter sat on the floor.
Apologies for any translation errors. My Spanish is sooo rusty as to be nearly non-existent. Had to double check with babelfish. D:
* My daddy is the devil!
** Your daddy can't see us, Estela.
*** Go get him!