We went to the Village Fall festival. Henry and Gigi loved decorating pumpkins, playing in the bounce house, and the loud and inappropriate music selections. They also loved the rare treat of playing on the playground after dark, at least until Henry fell off the swing into the soft, wet mulch with forward momentum and his mouth open.
They both had mixed feelings about the firework dispay at the end. I just felt bad for the momma duck and her chicks on the pond that had to endure it as the most terrifying twenty minutes of their life.
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