The twins frown, looking at the wide table full of food before them. Ricardo chuckles, bouncing Mariana against his leg. "Should we try?" he asks Alicia, who shrugs.
"I guess," she says, tickling Clara's cheek as the baby looks up at her. "You wanna try some turkey? huh?"
Ricardo moves first, getting a soft piece of meat and holding it to Mariana's lips. "Just a little bite," he encourages her.
She waves her fists a little bit before sticking her tongue out, licking the meat. Her nose wrinkles up and she waves her fists, a very agitated movement that makes Ricardo chuckle a little. "I think that's a no," he says as she turns her head when he tries to get her to accept the meat.
Alicia's having even worse luck with Clara, who somehow had gotten her hand around the small slice of meat and slung it far away, Alicia blinking as it sticks to the wall. "Huh. Yep, our kids are not turkey eaters. I guess we should've known, since Andre hates it too."
"My kids have good taste," Ricardo laughs, hoisting Mariana up and kissing her noisily. She giggles and squirms, kicking her little feet as he kisses her hands. "Soon we'll have you all eating tacos and learning the magic of salsa," he promises as Alicia rolls her eyes.