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The Candy Lady.

It is the tail end of birthday season 2017.  Just one more to go.
This was the first year ever that I didn't lose sleep over kid birthday parties.
The older kid had two very grown up outings with friends.
The younger invited everyone he could think of to the splash pad.
We had a lot of fun planning it together because we got to plan the fun stuff: the type of pinata, what to put in the pinata, the best type of water gun, only fun decisions.

We got to the park a few minutes before his friends and picked a random tree to attach this pinata to.

After the kids arrived, they quickly discovered that it had been attached to a rather special tree.
It had been planted to honour the life of "The Candy Lady", Lizzy Hutchinson.  I have a feeling she would have approved.


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