

At the risk of offending some, I am still recovering from 3 hours at the State Fair. It seemed like it could have been fun when Tom suggested we go...so I put all common sense, logic, and ethics aside and agreed to take a 20 month old to the most overstimulating, expensive, and might I add not vegetarian-friendly event in history! With one terrified toddler screaming "Home!", passing signs for food stands such as "Big Fat Bacon" and "Australian Wallabee Meat Milkshake," and young mothers smoking while carrying their infants in a Baby Bjorn, I quickly joined Iris in a full meltdown.












