We were at the church in Foster. Lillian was wearing a ballerina outfit – tights, tutu, shoes etc., all in pink.
Teresa and I were talking to some people, and Lillian was running around somewhere – there were lots of kids around. When it was time to go, we were looking for her. Some elderly ladies said she went out the back, so we headed out that way.
We spotted her with head buried in the canna lillies, hunting for snails. Maybe you had to be there, but the sight of a little pink ballerina bum, framed by a tutu, sticking in the air out of the garden was quite amusing.