A Little Something from Madre's Collection

So madre found our stash of wine. We have a small window box outside our room and with the freak cold front this week, it serves a perfect spot for chilling white wine. Allison and I were watching TV and chatting with madre last night before dinner when she brought it up. With a huge smile on her face, she changed topics mid-sentence to say that our gran collection had been found. Yikes, que verguensa (how embarrassing). I could feel my face turn beet-red trying to suppress our giggling, while she hooped and hollered about it to her daughter Isabel. Had she seen this collection yet? And how funny that they put it in their window! Madre reminded us that she is supposed to tell Jesus since we're not allowed to drink in the house, but she assured us that her lips were sealed. Without suppressing this wide smile, I could tell she felt proud for being such a guay, badass madre. As she called us into the kitchen for dinner, I poked her and said that she was welcome to "our collection" anytime she wanted. She just laughed and grabbed her finest boxed red from the fridge. Pouring Allison and I each a hefty glass, she said in Spanish, "And here is a little something from MY collection."