Spitoono- Georgie.

Papa went to Nashville for the weekend to go see the 601 guys, leaving us at home with mama, who was suffering from the 4 month summer blues. Luckily, McKain (THE Kain!) and his mom invited us over to enjoy some smoked beef. (When a friend smokes a large piece of meat for 16 hours and immediately thinks of you, you know you've done something right, mama says.)

Mama was feeling so good, she decided to take us over to Spitoono for the evening.

For you out-of-staters, you should first know that Charleston holds a huge festival of classical music, opera, and theater every year called Spoleto. 32 years ago, a bar in Clemson decided to hold their own festival to celebrate Clemson's country culture and gave it the tongue-in-cheek name Spittoono. Now it's a 3 day long charitable festival on a baseball featuring live bands, delicious food trucks, and cheap beer.

Friday night was so fun, we decided to go back on Saturday night for a good night of family fun (before the sun goes down at least).

That guys that sells glow necklaces came on Friday night and was also selling glow light sabers. Henry was dying to buy one. So he did chores all day Saturday and earned four dollars to augment the dollar he already had in his wallet. To our dismay, the guy had already sold out of the light sabers. Henry took the disappointment pretty well, but did blame mama for not buying him one the night before and letting him earn the money afterwards. Mama says she's not a payday loan business.

She did, however, treat us to some sweet potato rolls. Sweet potato pie filling rolled up in a burrito and deep fried. Like a piece of southern heaven. Even Henry said they were almost as good as the sweet potato pies from Bojangles. And that's really saying something.

Then the rowdy fun began. The music was in the outfield and the kids ruled the baseball field. Remember that it hadn't rained in Clemson in about 6 weeks at this point.

June settled down to shower red dirt over her legs.

I don't think you missed any spots, Juner.

Henry shuffled around kicking up dust, then he and June decided to wrestle.

How's about a group shot, guys?

Look at these kids! Mama had to clean out the bathtub three times to get them clean. (I had to stay in my stroller, so I wasn't filthy.)

The best part of the night? Miss Kerri caught wind of our mischief and left a present of stuffed jalapeno peppers and a margarita waiting for mama when we got home. Now that's a good friend.