Emerson and Scout at Velvet Cantina

We went out for Mexican food with Sarah, Rob and Scout last night and had the misfortune to sit next to a group of 16 men, each talking louder than the next to hear one another. It was quite an unholy din.

At one point, Eric was holding Emerson so that he was standing on his legs and kind of wiggling and wobbling. The white t-shirt-clad fellow in the background of this photo, which is not good of any of the people in it, noticed him.

"That baby's dancing!" he exclaimed and starting doing a groovy little dance himself in his chair, snapping his fingers. Several of the people around him, reacting almost from sheer reflex, started dancing in their chairs and snapping too.

It was a nice little moment.