Folklife

Last weekend we headed down to the Seattle Center for the Folklife festival.  It was a perfect day.  We ate fresh mini donuts, listened to international music, got to see a guy swallow a sword, watched a bunch of street performers and Emma got her face painted. 

Why is the face painting such a big deal you ask? 

This is our normal scenario:

Emma insists on getting her face painted. 

I oblige.

We endure the long wait.

It's Emma's turn.

Perfect!?!

Not really.

Emma then refuses allow the person to paint her face and offers her hand instead.  This is usually accompanied by some sort of spectacle and tears.   Sounds like fun, right?

This time was different. 

She announced immediately upon entering the park that she wanted to have her face painted. 

We found a stand and she picked a unicorn out of the painters book.  

We waited patiently in a line that seemed to inch along. 

Brian and I took bets on what would happen.

Emma's turn came around and she hopped in the chair, pulled her hair back, and let the woman paint. 

I about died.

Em wore her unicorn with pride, and I took as many photos as humanly possible. 

Definitely a perfect day!