We loaded up to go to Sedalia yesterday around 8:30. We hadn't gotten twenty minutes away from home when the child announced, "Donna, I forgot my shoes!"
Cliff had something to say about this, but I assured him we'd be able to go into Walmart in Sedalia and find her some plastic sandals just like she had left at home. I also took time to let her know it was my fault, not hers, that she forgot her shoes. Relieved, she gave an eye-roll that seemed to say, "Oh yeah, I knew it had to be you!"
Another thing I've learned since my own kids' childhood: Always admit when something is your fault, or when you've made a mistake.
Still, she worried about how we'd know her size, and wanted me to call one of her parents and ask them what it was. I explained we'd just try some on her and see what fit. As it turned down, all the summer sandals were marked down to $3; there was only one pair of pink sandals that fit her (close call), very similar to the ones she and I left at home. Crisis averted.
Opening Day at the Sedalia fair, low prices on fair foods are featured. Corn dogs for $2, dippin' dots for $2 instead of $2.50. We weren't hungry when we first arrived, so we simply walked until our girl saw anything of interest, then we'd stop and let her examine whatever it was.
First of all we walked into an air-conditioned building; it was already hot outside, so it felt great. Someone was selling jewelry; she felt the need to touch every single shiny object in front of her.
Not far from that was an item I personally checked out. In fact, I still want it!
Next we spied a nice little playground where she enjoyed playing last year.
This one required a little help from Cliff.
We got to sit for awhile, so this stop was a bonus for us. Between Cliff's hip and my knee, we're a mess. Next, the conservation building.
|That's a big one!|
And then, out back... an eagle!
Next, we found ourselves at the sheep barn.
This is how they lead, manage, and pose the sheep. I was amazed... it looks pretty difficult. I wonder why they don't use halters. Sheep aren't very bright, so maybe they can't be taught to lead. Of course, hogs aren't restrained by ropes or halters, either. But they're really smart, and learn to be guided with a stick.
She acted the same way as with the jewelry: If a sheep could be reached, she intended to touch it.
We took a break to eat corn dogs and some not-good pizza, so our girl wanted to take a picture. Sorry Cliff, but you made the face and it's funny.
None of us had ever tasted dippin' dots, but we have now! I like them.
Feeding goats is fun.
As soon as she milked the cow, we headed for the car.
It was a good day.