…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?
How was fair, kids? Did you enjoy it?
Really? That good? Oh, even better!