Today's big event was the traditional painting of the Bear Lake shirts.
I had to get a picture of poor little Erik. He was happily painting his shirt until somehow something didn't turn out like he wanted. He had a breakdown, which resulted in his mother sending him down the deck stairs to get himself together. I went to spy on him, and found him stewing in his juices and mumbling to himself. I could just imagine him telling himself how bad we'd all feel if he went blind.
After a little therapy session with his mom and grandma, Erik came to terms with his less-than-perfect shirt, and all was well.
Looking good!