Thursday, April 21, 2011

Evening at the carnival.










Porter's "trombone."





You can't really tell much from this picture, but it is "cold" and porter sliding.


















To say he wasn't scared of anything wouldn't portray an accurate picture of how he felt about the rides. He was asking to go on rides that adults are scared of.
Nana with the loot. (for all the kids--not just porter.)


The trombone had to be tired to. It went to bed with porter.


Tara
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