Mmmmm Burritos, I said. But all I really wanted was the Margarita.
It was perfect and strong and limeysalty. And the kids posed with the giant C.H.I.P.S figure on the way out. And Mama was so amused and content. She pondered if life could really be any better at this moment.
And no, I don't think it could have been.
God, I love Burritos.