Our local library kicked off its summer reading program with a band and a barbeque put on by the area's amateur radio club (known as "hams"), of which The Wog's father is an unabashed member. So we decked the kids out in their hamwear and headed off.
Here, the Wog joins the Mardi Gras parade. Her shirt, which is illegible here, reads, "My dad says I'm a little ham."
The Golden Pig (our own little "ham") naps in the sun while communicating his innermost feelings via Morse code: