The photo of the day was of a young Captain Caveman kid with a huge club and a sad burlap sack hanging on a rope. So, I got ugly with it.
We put a bag over Scottie's head, hand him a club, and tell him to start swinging.The finesse of piñata is in knowing when to yank the rope. At some point, you have to let the kid land a blow or two.
It's like toying with a cat. You can't keep teasing the cat forever. Eventually, the cat gets frustrated and gives up.
Also, piñata challenges the senses. Even though Scottie is blindfolded, he can still determine the piñata's location by the sound of the jingling bell inside.
I knew I should have taken the cat's collar off first.
I know that this is too close to Edloe's death, but the story just begged for it and I need to bleed off some of my pain.
