He suited up in his Muertos t-shirt that his fav auntie gave him--calavera and all.
He's a brave little soul that didn't cry when he saw the Aztec dancers and just opened his ojitos real wide when the drumming started. I wish I could say that he took tons of pictures in the arms of calavera painted ladies, but he just fell asleep.
It was the first small step for him. Hollywood Forever Cemetery Dia de los Muertos.
I hope that when he gets older he will realize how mexican he really is and that I was trying to raise him right--celebrating and honoring all of the people before him.
