Dancing in the streets

I came across this Evian commercial this week, which just kind of cracks me up:

Since seeing it I have been trying to imagine what sort of inner toddler I might have wriggling around waiting to get into the shot. Here’s my conclusion:

I’d be the pudgy red-head with the bad haircut my mom gave me, in my sister’s hand-me-down clothes. The one hopping the bus to blow this taco stand.