First we foraged for berries. I mean, lots and lots of berries. A grande sized cup of berries. Apparently, these are what your father smelt of according to the French.
Then it was more twins. So many twins that they needed a cherry picker to see them all. And more carnival food. Then a power lunch with friends.
P.s. David (pictured above) had a twin named Walter in a matching outfit, but I couldn't get a picture of them together because David was far too busy running around photographing everyone while Walter was sleeping.
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