Why I am from Argentina

I forgot to put this tale in...
Made and I were waiting in the Plaza de Armas for Stella to arrive so we could go watch a movie. A little girl came up to us to try to get us to buy a candy. She asked us where we were from, and we told her in Spanish that Made is from Peru and I am from the States. She said no, we were not from there. She said that I was from Argentina, not America. Made laughed and told her that she was a campesina. The little girl said, then speak Quechua. So Made rattled off a line from a song and the little girl's jaw dropped. She had nothing more to say, so she walked away. So the big joke now is that I am from Argentina, because I speak some Spanish and have pale eyes.