Anyway, stopped by the festival, listened to Greek music, ate the spinach-feta-phyllo thing, then a cheese-phyllo thing, drank beer, and watched Joseph run his legs off. I also had the great privilege of taking him up one of those big, air-filled puffy slides, (Michael did it last time at...what was it...a Spice Festival. In a different place, but a FootWayne festival, nonetheless) which was a challenge because I was barefoot and the way up to the top was slick as oil from the rain and humidity, and Joseph wouldn't climb up, so he had to be carried, and so I got a bonus exercise session today. Three times.
Nancy, how will you ever be able to tear yourself away from these excitements?
(And in case you're wondering why I've decided to call this place FootWayne, it's because that's the way Joseph pronounces it, and it strikes me as not inaccurate.)