"Juan! Juan! Yo soy Angel!" is the call I heard coming from my porch last night. I went to investigate and found our carpenter friend's 5 year old son standing there dressed like this:
Trust me, he is definately not an angel! We call him the little devil child. He is in kindergarten and they had their Christmas pageant yesterday. Yes, we found that strange also. When I asked his mother why so late, she responded that they needed more time to rehearse the dancing! I love Mexico.
So we asked him to show us his dance moves. You go Andre!
The kids got cotton candy as their reward. We wouldn't let him in the house with those sticky fingers. Been there, cleaned that!