A girl has to learn how to be a linda chulita from somewhere. Poor Little One, it's in her blood, but she's been too bereft of the necessary quantities of eye liner and hairspray to be a true New Mexican girl. Lucky for Her She has a Tia to show Her the ropes! But hold on there Tia, I said. Let's not graduate the Little One to 5-inch hoop earrings yet! I decided we should start our little DC urbanite out slowly, maybe just giving Her a general Out West introduction first, before teaching Her how to enunciate "eeeeee-ho-ley". The familia was on it. Nana started Her off right by providing the proper kicks, and Tia M gave Little One an overview of the most vital stereotypes to subscribe to, like:
How to play a mean 5-card-draw (or speed):
How to utilize the local transportation facilities (or pretend to):
How to consume Nana's 10-alarm chili without tearing up (no really, She ate it up it was amazing):
And, of course, how to mosey (with the help of TiaM's BFF):
Nice tutoring, fam! Little One was a bien estudiante. Next time maybe we'll kick it up a notch, and throw some hydraulics on the stroller. Orale!
Too cute!! :)
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