pink lemonade and the chicken dance

We took the children and one of their little friends to the local Mexican dive last night at seven pm. I know, the witching hour. A mariachi band started, and they were scared that those loud guys in costumes were going to get close to them. They did. Ruby absolutely loved it and was dancing in her high chair, conducting with a straw. Daddy was the only one willing to dance, but little John said it was the best day of his life.