After church today I took the boys to Grand Old Days, a local, annual street fair. (We always miss the parade -- it is right during worship.) The kid's section is a few blocks from our house so we headed over this chilly, damp afternoon.
Zane likes the games, so he tosses balls and bean bags and collects pockets full of cheap toys. He had his fingers stuck most of the afternoon.
Theo prefers the physical activities, so he bounced and jumped and went down slides.
The best part for him was when some of the youth from church showed up and went down the slide with him. They had to go back up to rescue his socks, which he inexplicably removed at the top.
Cheese curds for one and ice cream for another filled out the afternoon. We dragged home, slowly.