By far my favorite thing about this series of pictures is that Eddy's wig became increasingly disheveled over the course of this amazing day.
Seriously, so disheveled.
Eventually, he put a wig on his wig.
It was kind of an improvement.
We even found some pussyfolk (as Lucy Maude Montgomery likes to call cats.)
We did just a tiny bit of Anne stuff without our wigs, but why?
Seriously. What was the point of those last three pictures? Just a waste.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
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