Many Moons--Aztec moons, that is...

Charlie and I decided to go to the "Many Moons Festival" at Towson University.  I've been feeling bad, because when I adopted him, I made a promise to China (in writing) that I would take steps to preserve his cultural heritage and instill a pride in being Chinese, celebrate Chinese holidays, etc.  I've been a miserable flop.  Not that Charlie really cares, unless it involves food...

Which this event did.  It promised Asian foods galore.

As it turns out, it took us quite a while to get to the food.  The minute we walked in the door, Charlie and his mohawk became the instant darlings of a bunch of old Asian men.  When they realized he was deaf, they weren't for a minute put off--they pantomimed the mohawk and gave him the thumbs-up on it.  He had a huge grin.

Then a man rushed up, all excited, with STUFF in his hands.  STUFF with feathers sticking out of it and bright colors.  This gentleman had decided that Charlie looked very Aztec with his mohawk, and they were about to have an Aztec parade, here's your costume, here have a drum, just follow the other kids as they're parading through all the different floors of this building, and you'll end up back here when it's done.

Hilarious.  Here's your Aztec....