Death of a Piñata

Benjy was invited to a birthday party by a friend from school, and he was so excited about attending, that I couldn't deny him the pleasure of seeing all his classmates celebrate at a McDonald's Play Land.  We made sure that our gift was perfectly wrapped and arrived almost 2 hours late, as is the tradition in Mexico. 

Kids of all ages were running in every direction when we arrived, but when the hosts threw the piñata rope over a beam to dangle the smiling bait, the kids quickly organized themselves into a well-formed line.

I watched with awe and fear as the group of four and five year olds dismembered the giant Lego man piñata.  They swung their sticks with the force and precision of any homerun-hitting baseball player, all while singing:
 

Dale, dale dale   (Hit it, hit it, hit it.)
No pierdas el tino    (Don't lose your aim.)
Porque si lo pierdes,   (Because if you lose it,)
Pierdes el camino.    (You will lose your way.)

Ya le diste uno  (You hit it once.)
Ya le diste dos  (You hit it twice.)
Ya le diste tres  (You hit it three times.)
Y tu tiempo se acabó.  (And your time is up.)

When his leg was ripped from his cardboard body, they descended upon his broken carcass with gusto, robbing his insides of its precious sweets--  much like a bunch of hungry zombies feasting on one poor soul in a horror flick.  The Lego Man never stopped smiling.

I love Mexican birthday parties.