…because he was at the craft fair as well. It was a horrible craft fair—the worst combination of homemade and poor taste. They will never be able to sell that many coffee cozies. But they had a really good soup for lunch, face painting, a friendly Santa, and hay rides for kids.
Clearly, Wesley has a thing against Santa. He will investigate from safe place, decide he wants a candy cane, go up to Santa, hide his head against my leg but reach out behind him fully expecting Santa to put a candy cane in his outstretched palm. All that to say, I haven’t gotten any Santa pictures with all three kids.
All the kids were delighted with their face painting, but Kyla needs a new word. Elated? Ecstatic? Ecstatickelated?
The island has an [over] abundance of deer and rabbits, and the kids came back from the hayride having counted 17 bunnies on the trip.
How was fair, kids? Did you enjoy it?
Really? That good? Oh, even better!
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