Somebody in our house loves warm laundry.

Peter has become a linguaphile after my own heart (i.e. "nerd").

Two recent puns:

"If someone mistook Pippin for a woman, he would call him 'Miss Took'."

"A corridor is a hallway, right? Well, there's another kind of corridor. If there was a passage to the middle of the earth, we would call it a "core door".

Peter chose to do a birthday trip this year (instead of a party) and since his birthday coincides with Halloween, we took advantage of the Renaissance Festival's kids' free day in celebration of the 31st. There was much more to see than you can see from our few photos. My favorite show was the falconry demonstration at the end of the day, but I didn't get any shots of that because Molly finally objected to sitting in her stroller.

Jousting with plenty of bawdry humor, luckily over the kids' heads.

The boys got some target practice. I tried a shot too, but my poor form would have offended any true archer, I'm sure.

Molly somehow maintained her cheery demeanor with no nap despite all the craziness.

Grace was her skeptical self, clutching her treat bag and staring silently at the chaos.

Many of the booths gave out candy, a few of them reluctantly.

Is this a redneck halloween costume? His shirt reads, "Never Apologize for Being Right."

"Dad, can you make this for me?"

Grace paused in the middle of drawing to hold up her pencil and explain to Molly, "This blue colored pencil is green."

Nate and I were riding in the front seat enjoying the rare quiet that follows a trip to the library when a fit of coughing interrupted the silence.

After a moment, Peter's voice croaked from the backseat, "My epiglottis failed!"