Like so many hung-over and punch-drunk festival attendees, J could barely keep his eyes open for the final concert we saw this week. Even when the band passed out pots and pans for everyone to bang and demonstrated human bowling, he snoozed.
Sophie got to see Peelander-Z play, but she was not nearly as giddy as Frank. I guess this outfit isn't all that weird if you're a four-year-old.
And then the wind blew through his hair and J. was up and at 'em again. "I'm up! I'm up!"
I think this is a glimpse into the teenage Sophie's face. Angsty? Dreamy?
I love the sign right next to her -- hands off the net, kid!