How can you resist a ten-year-old boy who, the first thing he says when he comes in breathlessly through the door after school is
You can't. You really can't resist.
So, while we are definitely eating enchiladas and limeade, rolling our Rs, and hanging paper flowers (recycled from before
) to celebrate Cinqo de Mayo...in the heart of one reader who is currently curled on the sofa flying through pages, this is cinqo de Percy Jackson day around here.