A traveling Memorial to Veterans came to town and we stopped by to enjoy the beautiful weather (the rain cleared out just in time) and pay our respects to those who have given their lives fighting for this country.
Brendan spent most of his time in the sandbox playing with the trucks. He couldn’t be bothered to do anything else.
This was the best part of the night, in my opinion. There are few things better than fried dough. I must admit that this is the main reason we even went to the Memorial. I just couldn’t resist the prospect of having fried dough for the first time in years. And it was well worth it and even better than I remembered.