Sunday's entertainment was the Rajun Cajun Crawfish Festival down by the Mississippi. We did not compete in any eating contests. In fact, as you can probably tell by the looks on our faces, we weren't sure about eating the crustaceans in a slow and deliberate fashion, much less in a rush. But it was an incredibly beautiful day and we got to enjoy it on a perfect patio, away from the Harleys, the inebriated and the smells of cooking crawfish. Now THAT'S a festival. 
Meredith just trusts her dad. Silly girl.
Mom tells the truth.
I'll just have crackers, thanks. (Actually, Walt gave the crawfish a try!)
Ginger isn't so sure.
John isn't afraid.
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