I love to look through Emily's school bag each day to see what kinds of neat work she's done. I asked her this month about the meaning behind the construction paper chicken that was apparently stuffed with candy. She (kind of indignantly) explained to me that it was a pinata for Cinco de Mayo. She proceeded to insist that we blindfold her and break the pinata in the entryway hallway. I have no shortage of scarves to serve as a blindfold, but the only thing we could find that was suitable for whacking a pinata (that wouldn't be long enough to bust out some windows) was....a potato masher. No injuries were incurred and no animals were harmed during the breaking of the chicken pinata.
It's a pinata. Really.
A broom handle just seemed like a dangerously bad idea. She didn't seem to mind the potato masher.
Action shot!
Fortunately for her, her only-child status guarantees that she didn't have to scramble to get any candy. Well, that coupled with the fact that I don't like Now and Laters.
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