As we walked by the booth, Juliette leaned down and pointed it out to him. "Do you want to get your face painted?" she asked.
He clambered up onto the stool, looking at the example pictures in the frame next to him. "I want a unicorn!" he declared.
The paint was cold, and he shivered when the brush touched his cheek. The painter had one hand on top of his head to steady him while she worked; she felt him tense up and backed away, thinking perhaps he was afraid. He wasn't, though. "It tickles," he said.
Less than a minute later, he hopped down and took the wad of bills I held out to him, then promptly turned and gave it to the painter. "What do you say?" I asked.
"Thank you," he said softly, then turned to me. "Take a picture, Daddy!" he said. I did.
"Can I see?" he asked.
"No, buddy, it's not that kind of camera," I responded. "I have to take the film to get developed first. See? There's no picture on the back."
"Oh," he said, disappointed.
Of course, Juliette already had her cell phone in hand, and she snapped a picture and showed him, much to his delight. And off we went to see some farm animals.
Happy weekend, everybody!