Family Memorial Day tradition. We don't bbq or go to the beach, we head to the cemetaries to clean the graves of our ancestors and put new plastic flowers on them. Then we picnic.
Baby was having the time of her life, considering she got to hang out with her little cousin and they spent the whole time running around trying to take things from each other. Apparently sharing is a learned art, which she has mastered when it comes to toys but NOT when it comes to her sippy cup.
I also had quite a nice visit with my Grandfather, who, funnily enough, we spent the whole time talking about politics and I totally agreed with him on everything. Which means that I'm either getting old and crazy or he's getting young and hip in his old age.
"That Clinton woman did not get a fair shake from the press, there was no way that she could win because they HATE her."
I TOTES AGREE GRANDPA?!
"What does that even mean?!"
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