I became an instant hero when I taught D and E this song on a roadtrip. It has now been sung thousands of times for friends, family, teachers and people in line at the hardware store. Abuela (my mom) had to try to one-up me later this summer by teaching them songs about eating cow manure and vomiting. It's so appropriate that the kids have a love of talking about disgusting bodily functions and we felt that the title of this blog really captured the essence of our family's spirit.
L is the apple of her Daddy's eye. Here she is gnawing on a rack of beef ribs. This scene was interspersed with the baby chanting "CARNE! CARNE! CARNE!" And when the flesh consumption was all done, the child was drunk with ecstasy.
posted by Katie @ 1:06 PM
1 Comments:
Ummm, that's kind of gross. I've been itching for a post from you, but baby beef spit . . . I also just finished 'Fast Food Nation' last night; not a good mix. But since your beef has seen the sun and may have had a name . . . carne!carne!carne!
(c and c have been singing a song from class with the lyrics, "baile, baile, baile!" which TOTALLY reminds me of little D dancing with sunglasses.)
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