Mama Hop's Flamenco Photo Shoot Fiasco

Mama Hop loves to travel.  She recently returned from a Mediterranean Cruise and she hand-delivered souvenirs for all of us with the exception of one.  One souvenir was too good to wait so Mama Hop shipped it directly to us as soon as she landed back in the States: little red and black Flamenco dresses from Spain.  She even included a CD that she'd burned herself (no small feat, mind you) of Flamenco music to go along with the gift.  She wrote a note saying that she thought the girls would love dressing up and dancing to the Spanish guitar.  She thought it would make an awesome photo op.  She pictured this:

 She got this:

Somehow there was a disconnect between my mom's vision of a couple of castanets wielding, cosmopolitan toddlers happily twirling around in their ruffly red dresses and the genuine reality: Josie's got an extra chromosome chalked full of stubborn and she just wasn't feeling the rhythm that day while the only thing Merryn was feeling was...well, Thelma.

Dead are Mama Hop's dreams of bragging that her granddaughters are Carlos Santana's backup dancers...or even cruise ship entertainment for that matter.  They're just good old, all-American, bright-eyed, strong-willed, ornery, energetic, uncooperative, spirited,  obstinate, toddlers in itchy polyester dresses.