This morning we had a Cinco de Mayo party for seminary...yes, at 6am. The kids were horrified when they realized I wanted them to swing at a piñata blindfolded in the middle of Wash Park at such a ghastly hour. It wasn’t the activity they were opposed to, but the horror of being “seen.” We did get a few funny looks from the joggers/bikers, but I assume they were gazes of envy. The kids quickly forgot their embarrassment the moment the piñata bloodshed began. Note the bored look on the red head (Bill) who later DOVE into the grass to beat his peers to the sprawling candy. Teenagers crack me up. I'm so glad I'm not one anymore.