We went to the Pilgrim Place Festival the other day. The festival takes place in a sleepy little retirement community in a very nice part of town.
The girls first made crafts with the recycled goods of the retirement folks.
D was overwhelmed and clung to my leg for a bit.
But then he saw the orange medicine containers and he forgot about me.
Afterwards we waited for the choo choo train to arrive.
They all had fun.
Next stop, face painting.
D loved how he looked.
So did another little boy.
He learned how to get into character soon enough.
What's a festival without treats? Never mind that I was about to pay $225 for someone's cavity fillings later that afternoon....
D and JH found a baby. They actually wanted to play with it.
JH, being the good doll father that he is, wanted to read to him about Thanksgiving.
D was ready to conquer the world after such a nice day.
But like all good things, it came to an end.
Time to go home!
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