goldfish crackers.
The kids had a blast playing in the dirt, chasing the dogs, running around, and snacking on some delish food. They were pretty well behaved minus the one scream fest from Jackson. I'm sure the old men were wanting him gone, but in his defense the poor boy got bit by a yellow jacket. Of all places it got him on his middle finger. My little love walked around with a swollen, red middle finger. After some hugs, kisses, and a cookie and lollipop he was ready to play. They came home exhausted and covered in dirt which equals a successful time.
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