Xitlali, pronounced heet-LAH-lee, is a slice of starlight borrowed from Nahuatl, where citlali simply means “star.” Picture an Aztec night sky draped in velvet, pyramids etched in moonlight, and you’ll sense the ancestral glow she brings to a modern nursery. American parents have been quietly stargazing since the mid-’90s, and by 2024 she’d twinkled up to No. 799—rare enough to sparkle solo at roll call, yet friendly enough that Grandma can master it after one cafecito. Her playful X, double L’s, and lilting rhythm land like a tiny mariachi riff every time the name is spoken, sprinkling fiestas onto ordinary mornings. Xitlali promises cosmic wonder with cultural pride, a wink of mischief, and a gentle reminder that the brightest things in life often start small and shine on their own terms.