'Twas in the name of publicity that we attended the Russian Festival in Hollywood a few weekends back, at least that's what we told ourselves. Sure, we (meaning James, our only Russian-speaking family member) helped the LDS missionaries at a booth for a bit as they invited the Russian community members to a genealogy event, but let's be honest, mostly the kids and I just played games and colored crowns and begged the clown to make us balloon creations all the while dodging any questions in Russian with a smile. The hair dye was the highlight for the littles, but the pelmini and piroshki we ate before leaving was definitely my happy moment. And as for James? He was at a park with hundreds of people who were exclusively speaking Russian so yeah, he was in heaven.
All of a sudden Quinn is begging for a unicorn birthday party and looking back on this picture I think I understand why.
The blue will come out after one wash, they say. It's totally temporary, they say. LIES! Almost a month later and this kids scalp is still like a smurf!
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