A few more pictures.

Billy kept telling me, “Look, Mom.” And I kept saying, “No! I’m looking at my daughter (who is about to fall into the tidal basin).” Bill’s picture shows me saying this (impatiently) for about the fifth time.

And Pete decided he’d be social this day. He made the day of an elderly man by practicing his new thing: nearly waving (whereby he raises his arm, but can’t do the motion part).