I'll have to ask you to forgive the messy house in the background (some days, you just don't give a damn), and no, we didn't abuse our son. He just felt it was necessary to mop up the concrete on the school playground.....with his face. :-( Poor thing. The resulting pictures were after three days of healing, too.
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| Zwarte Piet hats! |
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| Face-plant into Tiny |
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| At the Sinterklaas show hosted by a local community centre |
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| I got to join in the fun, too |
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| We had the best seats...Mr T got to shake the big man's hand upon his arrival |
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| And then again with the masses |
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| Looks more like a Zwarte Piet shower cap on her |
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| Pakjesavond. He JUST missed the knock on the door! ;-) (Sint delivers his gifts to your doorstep in the evening, usually in a burlap bag.....Mr T and Kitty Kat scored big with a joint gift of a wooden sleigh as well) |
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| Maybe I can still just catch a glimpse of him on the rooftops..... |
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| She hasn't quite got the concept of how a rain poncho works |
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| But she knows she likes footwear! |
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| Academically-inclined Mr T begged for a spiral notebook. Um, ok. |
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| You're never too old for fleecey, footed pj's |
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