Just a funny story:
Diva made a maraca at school. She brought it in the house and Munchkin ooooohed and ahhheeed and said, “Wow it’s sooo pitty!”
Diva, sounding like she belonged on Antiques Roadshow said, “Yes, it’s called a MAR-AC-A.”
And Munchkin, looking confused, asked, “A cracker?”
Diva: “No, a MA-SCRA-CKER.”
I think they’re both confused.