The other day Elena and I were visiting our friends at a casa hogar (boy's home) when one of our little friends (pictured above) squeezed Elena's biceps. With emphatic expression he said, "¡oye, tiene fureza! Loosely translated he said, "holy smokes, she's got guns!". Then he promptly showed me what kind of muscle was hidden under his short sleeve shirt. I guess to a kindergardener any kind of volume is muscle.