Well, things went pretty well if you eliminate the unpleasant fact that it took three adults fifteen minutes to get him dressed. Scheduling demanded waking him up from his nap, which is like intentionally stepping on a rake. Oh, and after mauling him into his clothes he broke free, ran into the kitchen and, scrambling into a space under the counter, crouched in a stock pot screaming his head off in his linen coat.
At least I got a good picture out of that one.
Happily he was very well behaved during the ceremony. The threat of rain shifted the ceremony from the Jack House to the Senior Center, which is right next to a playground he's never seen, so of course he became instantly obsessed. Other than witnessing the ceremony and the two of us shaking our tailfeathers to a few choice tracks from DJ Miko, I spent the whole time watching him rampage around the park, trying (pointlessly, and in vain) to keep him out of puddles.
On the drive home he started babbling a nonsense phrase over and over, which didn't waste any time getting on my nerves. Happily KCPR's show Die Kosmische Ei was bringing the Krautrock fury. Sandbagging the car with sheer volume kept us sane until home, and got me a few new band names to google.
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