Taco Night

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Taco night at our house! First my birthday, then Frosty Paws and then Taco night! Taco night means the largest amount of stuff dropped on the floor. It's so great, especially since there are kids eating here. They are such glorious slobs. I love having kids eating tacos in our very own kitchen. Nothing could be finer - no sir!

I had schnibbles of taco meat, shreds of cheese, a little bit of lettuce and an onion (not so yummy, that onion thing). Then after second child had his eighth taco, he got sort of "taco-drunk" and dropped even more than he had during the first seven tacos put together! Pawsome.

I have to admit that Lexie is a pro and she got first dibs on a lot of "snow" (code word for stuff falling from the sky in the kitchen), but I am learning and will soon be able to push her aside and get the best pickings. I'm working on that.