The Saddest Dead Pinata in All the World.

We had a party for Caro's birthday along with our friends, Zach and Wendy, for their son's second birthday. Seeing that it was around Cinco de Mayo (the party was on the 3rd and Caro's birthday really is 5/5) we decided to throw in a pinata. The good news was, that unlike Steve Martin in Parenthood who had to resort to sawing through the unforgiving paper-mache, the young kids were able to smash open the donkey with a plastic baseball bat. One family had to leave when they're young son didn't take the paper animal annihilation very well. Drifting out of the party late at night, after one Coors Light too many, I found this sad view before me. I snapped the photo just before getting the creepy feeling that the pinata might actually come to life and attack me. So I ran, ran away from the dead pinata.