While our pants still fit, we got our picture taken squashed into a photobooth.
Sister marvelling at the hanging mustard "bladder," and the ketchup one behind it in the picture. I had magical visions of a master race of hummingbirds that have evolved to eat only mustard from this ingenious device..
Wonder triplets powers, activate! Form of... temporary tattoos!
I'm not sure how I ended up the least tan in this group...
And for a brief moment before we returned to our room, the sun came out.
And with that, we bid adieu to another Rose Festival. So long sailors! So long carnies! So long bagpipers! See you next year!!
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