My carpets are a mess. As the mother of three small children, the remnants of their childhood live in the stains on my carpets. Every room seems to have something that needs to be...
Wordless Wednesday – Pinata Butt
DISCLAIMER: This is not really wordless.
Last week, it was official. The last day of school before Christmas. This means everything is usually crammed into one day. Parties, activities, pretty much anything that can be crammed into the last day or even the last week, will be.
My son's (and my daughter's too) Spanish class had a fiesta in honor of Christmas and the last lesson until the new year. My son was beyond excited that they were going to have a pinata at their fiesta. In fact, he learned about it the week before and talked for one straight week about the pinata. What is it with little boys and beating the crap out of stuff with a stick?
I pull up to the school to get the kids and my son screams, “I GOT THE PINATA BUTT, MOMMY” in front of the majority of the educators, PTA members and other parents in front of the school.
I did what any good mother would do and I pretended like I didn't hear him.
He then shouted even louder. “DID YOU SEE MY PINATA BUTT? I GOT THE BUTT OF THE PINATA! IT WAS MY PRIZE FROM THE FIESTA! LOOOOOOOOOOOK!”
I smiled at both kids and told them that I was glad that they had a good time still not acknowledging the “pinata butt.” Finally, my son, still clearly frustrated screams (of course within earshot of all of the same people) “WILL YOU PLEASE LOOK AT MY BUTT??”
So this week, I am sharing his pinata butt with all of you as well. I give you my son's prized possession, the pinata butt (minus the few straggler pieces of candy that we left in it after my kid slept with it that first night):