i participated in Portland Maine's very own Picnic music and arts festival yesterday...and as a helper i brought my very willing 9 year old son Little J along. he would be in charge of the $$, making change and stuff...and he brought along his deck of tarot cards in case he got the gumption to do a little reading for people.
well...the day began quite swimmingly. sales galore, a totally positive and interested response to my work...but then the rain hit...
hard.
and paper and rain, despite manmade shields just don't mix...
Little J helped with protecting things...he was morally supportive and just sooo GOOD. he wound up hiding under the table for the last hour that we hung in there reading a book under a giant furry leopard print blanket to keep dry and warm.
my point here, is that he was amazing. helpful, enthusiastic, adaptable and entertained himself with raindrops when he had nothing else to do...i loved spending some alone time with him. it reminded me of the year and half when it was ust he and i, before the other two meatballs came. my children are all so unique to themselves...and i love them so much.
i got several compliments from neighboring sales people about how wonderful he is...
and they are right. great kid. great time. thanks J Boo for being my helper and sorry the by donation readings didn't pan out (dry space was quite limited)...maybe the december Picnic will be condusive!!
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