Almost every Wednesday afternoon, May through October (weather permitting), you can find us in a little town Farmer’s Market, selling baked goods that we frantically baked all day.
This last Wednesday Mom had to go early for a writer’s group, and as Mack and I had an hour to kill before unloading and setting up, I asked him if we could take some pictures of him, before going to our favorite little thrift store.
Being the ornery little brother he is, first he said no. But, he relented. Especially since, having the camera pointed at him, and only him, for a half hour. . . no, I’m sure that didn’t appeal to him at all. Little boys don’t like attention, do they?
So, without further ado. . .
The elusive. . .
And mysterious. . .
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Later was Farmer’s Market.
At Market, Grandma makes donuts. Homemade donuts. Warm homemade donuts. And she usually makes a special one for Macky. This time, it was very special. . .
. . .and very big.
I think he had fun.