Our entourage consisted of one bald headed little boy who was a feather in our arms and enjoyed napping in his stroller to the tunes from the stage. This year, not quite the same.
He ate cheerios off the ground, turned his pretty yellow shirt red with fruit punch, splashed a little on daddy, made a game of dropping his graham crackers in my drink, went from me to Dale to the stroller to me to Dale to the stroller to me to Dale to the stroller (get it?) and played with an empty cup that I am sure at least one person thought was still filled with beer and had their cell phone out calling DSS. He did a little dancing too but was much more interested in the goings on around him than the band on the stage. This was the look that meant it was time to head on home for the night:
So we obliged.
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