And B excelled at the obstacle course, setting a course record for the day
I won the sack race (only because nobody but me was racing):B and I ran the three-legged race, with Z along for support:
And it wouldn't be field day if your dad didn't knock you to the ground and tickle you until you begged for mercy:
And even though it was a "baby" field day, B played along graciously and had a good time. Here he is explaining to Z all the events she's done, all marked with stickers on her ribbon:
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very sweet.
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