This weekend Mom and Dad took me to my first Mexican restaurant. They seemed a little apprehensive, looking towards the front of the room the whole time. I promised them I would be on my best behavior, so no need to be nervous.
Needless to say, the food was pretty good, but there was something there that was even better than the food....even better then all the milk in the world..... it was a group of men playing all different types of musical instruments - a Mariachi Band!!
I quickly realized why Mom and Dad were acting so weird. They thought I may not like the loud sounds coming from this awesome orchestra. Boy were they wrong! I liked it so much, I asked to get a front row seat to the best show ever. Okay, let's be honest....I asked for a seat on the stage.
Unfortunately, this seat wasn't close enough for me.
Dad, take me to the dance floor.....
Shake your booty! Go Sara!
Cutting a rug with Dad....
I hear that Mexico is close by....anyone want to go a little vacation?




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