The last time we went to the McIntosh festival was in 2002, the day that Jonathan and I got engaged so it was both of the kids' first time to the festival.
They enjoyed it.
Rosemary got a balloon hat from a clown named 'Rusty.'
Ben rode around on Daddy's back while the rest of us walked around and ate kettle corn.
And Rosemary got her face painted at McIntosh Christian Church.
This, however, will stick with me as something too bizarre to really believe is true. We saw this classic car on our way back to the car. My first thought when I saw the dolls in the backseat from a distance was, "Oh, that's kinda creepy." As we got closer, the 'kinda' dropped out of my assessment.

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