In the Pink

This morning was for an important family tradition - our annual participation in the Run for the Cure. The word "Run" did not apply in our case - it was a very slow walk which took us over an hour from the back of the pack. There are certain speed limitations with a restless 5-year-old and his wagon.

There are always lots of elaborate pink costumes. Marabou feathers figure prominently. Here, there was a veritable blanket of pink on the grass from shedding feathers, so R and C posed for me.