We did make it to one of our annual fairs, but missed the one that came around in September. We planned our trip for the Friday of the last weekend of that fair. Kurt took the day off and we kept Sophia home from school just so we didn’t have to manage the crowds that occur on the weekend, and so that we could get wrist bands for the kids to ride as many rides as they wish.
The night before Lukas showed signs of the beginning of a cold, so we expected a sleepy and maybe cranky boy and brought with us the stroller. He didn’t eat much breakfast in the morning, and while odd it didn’t faze us. We packed a lunch so that we didn’t spend so much on junk food. We piled in the car in a timely manner and went on our way. Half way through the nearly two-hour drive the little man christened the car with the orange juice and the tiny bit of cinnamon toast that he ate. It smelled lovely.
I stopped at a 7-Eleven to purchase a puke kit, which consists of lemon scented Lysol, paper towels, and a tiny pack of upsettingly expensive baby wipes. We stripped the poor boy down to his undies in the parking lot. I had a spare pair of pants and then just put his jacket on. This little setback did not deter us. The new plan of action included going to Target to buy a pack of t-shirts and socks and eat lunch in the parking lot to see how it sits. Well, we didn’t even make it to Target. The boy announced feeling like puke was about to happen again and we pulled over just in time to get him out and have him spew in the middle of the parking lot to a business I don’t even remember. The car was unceremoniously turned around and Kurt said, “Well it’s still better than a day at work.”
From the other fair trip we did make in August.
