The kids don't know what the jazz is all about!

Yesterday we went to the 30th Annual Cotati Jazz Festival (where "white people [were] dancing like white people" according to Mike) and the whole town square smelled like funnel cake. And corn dogs.

H choose our picnic lunch--California calamata olives, gouda cheese, sesame bread, and in-shell peanuts.

Later we headed to Petaluma to tour toy shops (they had nuthin' on this place) and candy establishments. Oh my word. Powell's Sweet Shoppe is a utopia. Every candy ever. I was texting like mad to my candy loving cohorts (Mallo cup=gross, btw, Mrs. Jones) and relishing in the continual loop of "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." I steered H away at that rooster-getting-head-cut-off scene. Come over and I'll take you there.