A delicate baby toad:
The fair:
And then we ventured to the rides. Woo. Hoo.
And then there's this, a picture Jay snapped of the three of us on the Tilt a Whirl.
This was one ride I used to drag the kids on, and John remembers it. It's a ride that an adult can enjoy and yet a kid is not in particular danger either.
t.c. screamed, arms thrown overhead while the car whiled.
Later John speculated this might be the last time he and I would be on the Tilt a Whirl with a child.
Pul-leeze.
A am so not dead yet. John, don't be getting sentimental on me now about nonsense.
And yet.
When Julia is 53? I will be 95, if I'm still even alive.
(This is why she is lucky she has big sisters.)
Johann? Yeah, yeah, stop talking. Love you all, Val
No comments:
Post a Comment