We've begun studying a little bit of geography in our social studies time recently. Today we finished up talking about Mexico. Since I was a little too cheapie to purchase the kids each their own book to color in, we've been doing some drawings after looking at the pictures. Today they were drawing a pinata (no, Spanish doctorate brother, I can't figure out how to put the symbol over the n, but I do know that it's missing at least!).
Cara's drawing, as usual is very detailed and colorful. She really loves to draw and makes simple drawings really come to life and have a story (unlike her minimalist brother who draws a few strokes in black and calls it a day). She drew a lovely pinata with her arms and hands swinging a large bat. Small circles of brown were spewing forth from the damaged pinata. I was a little puzzled why she didn't color the candy brightly, since she's a rainbow-colored type of girl. I asked her about it.
She looked at me and smiled a demure little smirk. "Mom," she said, "That's my pinata. It's full of all chocolate of course."
Of course. I really should have known...after all, the pinata of my dreams is also full of chocolate. That's what is known as generational sin, I guess!