To kick off their colonial studies, Hunter's class spent the day at Alamance Battleground.
I bought lollipops for my group in hopes that it would keep them quiet while listening to the riveting stories told by the village basket weaver, knitter, and blacksmith.
Nanny and Grandaddy proved their steadfast devotion to Hunter by attending this event with us, in the rain no less.
While many of the group were fascinated by the guy with the muzzle loader, it was no big deal for us who live with Davy Crockett.
The clear winner of the day was the firing of the cannon. I have to admit that it was kind of a let-down after all they did to prepare us for the loud bang. A good squeal from Leigh is a lot more alarming.