Started the day with a quick swing competition--I think Eve edged Tucker out for the highest.
What is it about July 4th that makes whole families wear matching patriotic tshirts?
. . . matching toes!
Can you see the huge scrape on his forehead? A teenage boy, lost in his desire to catch ice cream bars being thrown from a parade float, plowed right over the top of Nathan and laid him flat out on the asphalt. Poor guy! At least he got more candy after that.
But it all ended in a great splash.
I love Hyrum in this photo--no fear.
Such good buddies.