there was a 4 day festival for kids in 'town'.
and because i'm a big kid and p doesn't know how to read event listings i decided to check it aht.
and i found out there was a west african story teller performing.
anyone who grew up with the Kings as missionaries to Cote d'Ivoire knows how cool west african story telling is. i LOVED it when they told stories.
i bought tickets and p and i were off to the festival.
the story teller was very good ( we both loved it) but alas i couldn't take pictures... but the magician we came across outside had no such rules.
(80's crimped hair)
p was a fan.
and i managed to almost ruin a dress.
thank goodness for fels naphtha bar laundry soap.
and then it would have been all over except the next day we got to go back.
and we were late as usual but we did manage to see a very good clown act.
they weren't as scary as they look here. i promise.
they were russian and very talented. it was art not circus.
the middle clown was my favorite. very subtle artistic and fun.
p loved it.
but she wouldn't go near them afterwards.
we were able to sit and play on the green between performances.
there was a lot of this
that
this
that
pictures
photo bombing of pictures by my favorite two year old boy
dinosaurs
food.
why is this cute on a kid but embarrassing on an adult.
then there was a line. boo hiss.
an inflatable house that was n.o.t. for jumping.
pink cheeks.
crafts.
and then homeward bound.
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