One day this summer the kids and I, and some friends, went to High Chaparral, our little part of the wild west. We took a ride on a riverboat, we were involved in a train robbery, we visited the indians and Agnes got her face painted, we watched the buffalos and we learnt how things were back in the days. It was a great day, and the kids loved it as much as I did when I was a little girl. Of course, they had to get dressed up, and Albin wanted to be a really fierce sheriff. But how can you look fierce when you are that cute? Impossible. He was the sweetest little sheriff, really, don't you agree?
I've used a lovely sketch from Skissedilla.