The Blues Festival brought out the families, the sunshine and the bees. After I got my face painted, Gramma Rosie took me into the big tent that had a sign on it the said something about a petting zoo. She thought it was animals; instead, it was percussion instruments. I made Gramma wait in line with me for every instrument. My favorite was the drums; I didn't want to give up the sticks to the next kid. Gramma let me keep beating the drums until she got glared at by the other parents. She knows how to hold her ground when it's important to me. I had a great time; here are some of my favorites.
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