At the enterance was a car show:
We saw a cute little dog:
We had lemonade and fried Oreos:
We did not have a funnel cake:
We saw a pony:
Then we went home and we did not ride this rocking horse:
Sunday we played outside:
McKynley had a conversation with a glass frog:
I took a picture of this belt:
Then we went inside and ate cookies and candy corn:
It was a really nice weekend.
PS: The title of this post sort of came from "Song For The Summer" by my favorite band in the entire world. Small Town Sleeper.