Lucy and Cavitt's favorite restaurant is La Pinata, not because the food is muy bueno but because they have cheap toy machines that are as addictive as crack. My babies are completely hooked on draining Super Steve and me of every quarter in our posession because, Look, you can get a pinky nail sized plastic puppy dog or a sticky hand or a high-bouncing ball or best of all - fabulous jewelry!
Super Steve and I enable their addiction because (1) it keeps them busy in the foyer of the restaurant where there is a very slight chance they will be kidnapped to Tiajuana and (2) it gives us a little more time to drink our margaritas in peace. If they never outgrow their obsession and have to go to a special Mexican-Restaurant Cheap-Toy-Machine Rehab then we, as parents, must attend Cheap-Toy-Machine-Anon meetings. I'm hoping it's just a phase and not a gateway to more expensive pursuits like the mechanical crane that fishes for plush toys. I don't think I could handle that!
The last time we went to La Pinata, Cavitt got a gold necklace with a dollar sign pendant. He was so overjoyed with his luck that he declared he couldn't wait to get some black pants, black shirt and black shoes to wear with his new jewelry because that outfit would make him super cool. When did my son become a rapper?
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Um, Lisa, would now be a good time to mention the words "four posts a week"?
And June 15th is getting ever closer. Just saying.
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