Tilly's godfather Uncle Alan (and his girlfriend Jen) came out to spend the day with us. They brought Tilly a talking picnic basket. She loved it. She hardly let go of it the rest of the trip.
This barn...it's a bar. One of the coolest things I have seen in rural Wisconsin. And I have seen a lot of cool stuff.
Roasting marshmallows is not as easy when the roaster is being obstreperous.
Tilly and Uncle Al having a picnic in said barn-bar.
Finally, after screwing this up the past 3 years, we found a Saturday evening Prime Rib night in some small town...Elroy, I think it was. Emma was pleased.
Roasting marshmallows is not as easy when the roaster is being obstreperous. 
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