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Los Gauchos? Fabuloso!

 
This video makes me want to run out and get pregnant.

Not only are these kids adorable, but they kick serious heavy metal ass:



Notice the location? Yes, that’s a bunk bed -- perfect. All I can say is, this video makes me happy. In fact, I may start a list of “videos that make me happy” and this will be number 1 on the list. It makes me want to procreate like crazy and fill our house with electric guitars and drums.

Rock on, gauchos!
 
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Anonymous said…
That little girl is ADORABLE! So are the boys! So cute! I hope they make it soooooooooo big. Mumsydoodle
May 28, 2008 at 1:10 PM
Anonymous said…
incredible! i love the juxtaposition of the innocuous domestic interior and the fierce music. and that little girl!! what will she be like in ten years? or six months, for that matter?! thank you, melissa, for wasting your time on youtube so that i could waste my time oops i mean enjoy myself reading blogs!
May 28, 2008 at 8:31 PM
Dawn said…
Don't talk about procreating! I've been bitten by the baby bug but HH is snipped!
May 31, 2008 at 7:17 PM
Michele said…
OK, I must be way too old but that video makes me want to run away screaming. I'd go insane if my kids were doing that!
June 1, 2008 at 6:15 AM
Anonymous said…
had to share this with my husband who was totally impressed that these kids play iron maiden. they obviously aren't couch potatoes in front of the wii.
myra
wemakethree.com
June 6, 2008 at 3:04 PM
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