Daddy had to wake me up from my 4 hour nap last night and drag me to dinner. It just so happened to be the most entertaining evening we've had thus far. Most likely because daddy was at one with his southern twang plus he was quite funny too. The combination had us all busting up.



Although it appears as if I am sleeping at the table, I'm really just watching a movie. I finally perked up once the queso fundito arrived at the table.



It was like we didn't exist at dinner. The silence was amazing and mama and daddy felt like the were having an actual date.



This is the big gulp of margaritas.



Sometimes mamacita just gets a little loca with the drink.



Look at those eyes....they are glazed over while the ladies devour the ice cream sundae.



Then there's us. Shoveling ice cream in as fast as we can!



The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.



All done with the second margarita and having a grand ol time!



Bottoms up! With each margarita he gets funnier and funnier.



Too many margaritas tends to complicate simple math for even the ranchero who specializes in numbers. Thank goodness we could walk home from the restaurant.



After some real effort, he figures out how much tip to leave.