State Fair

We planned to wake up early and beat the crowds to the state fair, but the thunder and lightning woke us up before the alarm went off.  "It was a dark and stormy night," quipped Will.  Fortunately the rain calmed to a manageable sprinkle, and disappeared altogether by noon.

Liam's favorite thing about the fair was the food.  Almost the moment we got there, he started asking for ice cream.  (Gee, Grandma Lemke, I wonder where he got the idea that a boy should get ice cream when he goes to the fair?)  At the last minute he decided he would rather try the mini donuts, an auspicious choice for the whole family.

While other expectant mothers are pondering oil scarcity and global warming and wondering what sort of world they are bringing a child into, I find myself considering deep philosophical quandaries like: Is it better to pet the fluffy duckling before or after eating the sugar-coated mini donut?

At lunch time, I handed my walleye-on-a-stick to Liam to pose for a picture.  He refused to give it back, and wouldn't concede even a single bite.