Yesterday, Iain attended the very first of my school's carnivals. It's a new tradition established by this year's seniors.
He sat still for face painting (a yellow lightning bolt), made a bracelet at the Pride Alliance table, pinned the tail on a lion (our mascot), threw a ball with the Latin Club, requested and received a balloon dragon, picked up three little balsa-wood gliders from the Make Club, and made a T-shirt with his name on it. That last item included the fun of using spritzer paint, so it's a little Breakin' Two: Electric Boogaloo.
But the food was the thing, as with all such events. The lines for cotton candy and popcorn proved too long. Still. Iain ate: a strawberry, a lollipop, a cupcake, and a freshly-made crepe with nutella and blueberries (mmmm...French Club).
All week it rained, so the most impressive thing about the carnival was the way they handled adversity. Electric bull? No problem - put it in the gym. Likewise the huge, slide-enhanced bouncey castles and the velcro wall. In the middle school lobby the jazz band played while games and tables filled the cafeteria. It's all so Utah - torrential rains can't get these folks down. They just make an alternate plan and keep on truckin'.
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