Folk and Roots

A few weekends ago our neighborhood had its annual “Folk and Roots” festival. The Parakeet and Huz have walked through most years and ate and drank and looked at trinkets and listened to the music in the background.  There is a “dance” tent and a “kids” tent and wonderful musicians on a main stage for two full days.  The whole event is a fundraiser for the Old Town School of Folk Music, which is just a pretty straight-up awesome place.
Anyway, this year one of the Parakeet’s dear friends invited the family to picnic and hang out at the Festival on the Saturday afternoon.  It was before O’s bedtime and since this friend is also his babysitter and pretty much favorite person – well, why not?
The Huz went to work a different music festival downtown (go, Chicago) and the Parakeet and Little O wheeled the little stroller into the park and parked it.  Little O was loving running around.  About ten minutes after they got settled on their blankets and un-packed snacks, some people from their church sat right next to them. So fortuitous since the eleven-year old often helps with nursery and absolutely loves Owen.  She had a small tent and a wagon with her and he was in HEAVEN.  Wandering between the two blankets, Little O stumbled into another circle of people who were sitting and drinking and enjoying themselves.
They were quite friendly, “how you doing, buddy?”
O took one look at the guy with hair to his shoulders and a beard and  yelled, “Monster!” and ran back to his mommy.
OOPS.

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