Noah got to pet Bullet (the horse that runs out on the field before the games and each time they score a touchdown).
He got to see some baby goats and that was about it. In between his nervousness and new-found stubborness, he didn't want to do anything else! Brandon is SUCH a champ for going with us. I wouldn't have been able to stomach such an event with the crimson and cream. Brandon is a much better person than I am. He kept his thoughts to himself. I'm sure he was thinking things like, there's NO way both my kids are going to OSU. He even let me dress them both in orange!
Pappaw, Elli, and Mommy
Memaw and Pappaw and the Risinger babies.
Thank you, memaw and pappaw for taking us to the picnic. Hopefully next year it won't be as hot and Noah will be out of his little phase. GO POKES!
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