at the ballpark . . .
After dropping Ella at dance and waiting and waiting to cross the infamous intersection, we made it. (See the ballpark across the highway? There's a stop sign and a stoplight holding traffic - ugh.)
Julietta didn't want to leave and I wanted to remember her enthusiasm forever.
So, I started snapping photos.
Here's her "Julietta, smile!" pose.
Little runt.
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