Out and about
This weekend is our small town's yearly festival. There are all sorts of activities, but a carnival is a big part of it. J. just dropped off those children who were interested in going and handed them some cash. (They would much prefer to go at night "because everything is more fun then.") This is the beauty of older children. You can drop them off, pick them up when they're done, and put your feet up at home in the interim. This probably means I'm old, but I'm also pretty sure this would have been my preference twenty years ago as well.
K. keeps sending me pictures, so I'll share some with you.
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