This crazy wintery year caused the tulips to become confused and they bloomed very late. There were fears that they would not bloom at all, which would have made for a very boring tulip festival. Every year when we go to the tulip festival Kurt will inevitably spot a Skagit Transit bus with its bold lettering that reads, “SKAT”. He of course feels compelled to read it aloud and snicker like a sixth grader. Tee-hee. SKAT! SKAT! SKAT! This reminded me of another local transit system, the South Lake Union Trolley. Yep, the S.L.U.T. Do you think the S.L.U.T. is into SKAT?

Well we didn’t ride the S.L.U.T. nor get into SKAT to arrive at the tulip festival. I know, we’re boring, but here are some very SKAT-less pictures.

Sophia didn’t want us to put her down at first. Kurt tried to put her on the ground but she just clung to his legs. In order to get her to smile in the pictures we had to pop her thumb out of her mouth. Once we made it to the Tulip Town buildings we were able to have her walk with us. She walked between us and held both of our hands, or rather, our fingers. She had such a death grip on mine that I think she cut off the circulation.

We walked around in the building and then back out to the fields again. The ruts in the field from the trackers were so deep that the poor kid looked like she was goose-stepping into Hitler’s toddler infantry.

Why do they call it an infantry if they’re all supposed to be adults?

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