At first we played the game, "Who Can Wear the Calf's Hardhat?
Metal rabbit can.
Fountain can.
Door button can.
Angle can.
Dad can, too.
After running out of things to put a hat on, we went inside to get mom and some of pennies to toss into the fountain. Last year Char got in the habit of wiping her dirty hands on my grubby summer shorts, and she still does that now. Daphne doesn't seem to mind, as long as its my clothes that get dirty.
We stayed until 1:00, and then it was time to drive home with the windows down.
Tomorrow's forecast is for a high of 42 degrees, a chance of flurries, and plenty of back seat sunshine.
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