Call It What You Want...

 A Little Boy got to join his mommy for a couple of hours at our olde tyme town. We were having a special Civil War weekend (a very quiet one, compared to the earlier one), and the Boss said young Master Adam could come by in his historical clothing.

He mostly wanted to just go watch the pigs (see the fence in the background).

He walked around with Mommy. He was cute and people loved him. He wasn't quite as outgoing as his brother was at his first visit to the Prairie in the same olde tyme clothes. (Remember?...

Mark with mommy, left, but taking of with Laura. P.S. He still likes Laura an awful lot, even though she's far far away.)

But he got to be cute, and he had fun, and he DID get to flirt with the girls from the Young Ladies Living History Society of Cincinnati, who were our guests at the event. He made a couple of particular friends from that group. Yeah, and he decided to hold hands with someone else's mommy -- not letting go of his own mommy at the same time -- and I thought maybe she'd have to join our family before it was all over. But he got to be cute and that was nice.

Author's Note: As a result of the below comment from Heather-in-law, I am willing to pay good cash money or prizes or admiration for photographic evidence of her and Mrs. Dunce in historical clothing of any level of cuteness. This offer should also be extended to the mother of the ladies in question.