One Vote for President

Auntie Angela and I took Devin to the Accordion Festival. There was a playground, craft fair, food trucks, and huge grassy area that people spread out blankets to listen to a huge variety of accordion music - from French and Italian gypsy-style, to a duet with violin, to a modern punk-rock cover band. Who knew Dead Kennedys could sound so interesting. After entertaining everyone in the surrounding area by getting up and running through the crowds at every available opportunity, Devin finally fell asleep for a little nap. Later on, he made friends with a nice Brazilian grandfather on the next blanket and later a sweet older Dutch woman. She was convinced that Devin was Dutch because she said he "runs like Dutch babies do!" Another woman told me that if Devin ran for President, he had her vote - that he was obviously very smart and persuasive. Yep.