I dance, I dance, I dance around the Mexican hat

Traci and I celebrated our five year anniversary this week. Looking back, I didn’t think that much had really changed. Then yesterday, as we were packing up for our big move, I discovered a memory from 2002.

When Traci and I were setting up our wedding registry I didn’t really have a strong opinion about much at all. I didn’t care what type of silverware we bought or what color our plates were. There was only one thing I wanted – a nacho hat.

Target sold a plastic nacho plate that looked like a sombrero. The brim of the hat is for the chips and the top of the hat has a secret compartment the salsa that can only be opened by pushing a button that plays the Mexican Hat Dance. I told everyone how much I wanted one and I think we ended up getting three of them.

As I looked at nacho hat yesterday, though I did smile, I thought ‘I would never buy a nacho hat now.’ How’s that for maturity? I am sure that I have a similar reaction when I start packing up the basement and I find our tiki hut cookie jar that plays the theme song to Gilligan’s Island.

I am not sure that I am ready to part with either of these items. I let Paige play with the nacho hat yesterday and I now I have heard the Mexican Hat Dance 50,000 times, so maybe I will get rid of it.