We were too late for the early mariachi show, and too early for the evening mariachi show, but were right on time for a very tasty Mexican dinner.

Paul was all about the chips - taking them from the bowl himself. . .

. . .feeding them to Daddy. . .

. . .and dipping them in Salsa. Actually, after the initial dip, the chips went from a snack in their own right to mere salsa-delivery devices. At one point, Paul tried to drink directly from the bowl of salsa.

Mommy had
a Taco
Lingua, Daddy had chicken with Mole Negro, and Paul was all over the mole. . .

. . .er, the mole was all over Paul. Yeah, that was it.
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