Yesterday at CFA, if you wore the number 9, you got a free chicken sandwhich.
There was a moon/tigger bounce (which P. wanted nothing to do with, despite N and our friend Lindsey, working the booth, both trying to talk him into it.
There was a muscle man contest, which P. agreed to do with Dad, but Dad was the one who got it to the top. Way to go Dad!
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