Last Saturday we (the girls and kids) celebrated our Scottish heritage by going to the Scottish Highland Festival and Games at Thanksgiving Point.
We saw a pipe parade thing go by...
We visited the MacFarlane tent, which holds the sept of Sproul (or Spruell), which we are. While we were in the tent it started to rain.
After only being at the festival about 40 mins (and that's a generous estimation) we sadly decided to leave. We didn't get to see the Scottish dogs. Adrien didn't get to try haggis. We didn't get to learn how to fight at the Celts With Swords booth. I think we were all sad and annoyed at the fact we'd been dumped on (literally, in Adrien's and my case...although I think Megan ended up collectively wetter) by the evil summer storm and had to leave. And, of course, it cleared up after we left.