A few weeks ago we went downtown to see the buskers. We didn’t really get a chance to see much of anything though. Mommy waited inline for over an hour so that I could get my face painted while Daddy, Mason, myself and a few friends waited in the shade and looked around. Finally it was my turn and Mommy called Daddy on his cell to bring me over. Well as it turned out I had to be 3 to get my face painted!!?? I went to buskers last year and had my face painted no problem and I was 1!! Needless to say Mommy was not happy after waiting in line… in the hot sun… for an hour!! The lady blabbed something about insurance and Mommy gave her the whatever look LOL! They said that they would paint my arm instead so I got some blue flowers on my arm. I didn’t really care where the paint was, I was just excited to get some flowers so Mommy was happy that I was still happy. We really didn’t get a good picture of my arm though because I wasn’t staying still long enough to get one and Mommy didn’t want to try to make me because it was too hot and I had skipped my nap that day. I did have a few fits and ran off a few time so I was put into my stroller. Here is a picture of what they bribed me with to get me to stop crying LOL, Daddy’s Dr. Pepper!