Excellence with Grampa

Grampa took Quinn to the fair today. Four hours they were gone! They took the bus there and back. Grampa fed him candy apple, mini donuts, ice cream and a beaver tail. Oh yeah, and one bite of cheese from the supper Bec sent along with them. They saw lots of animals. Quinn had his picture taken with two parrots, one on his shoulder and one in his hand. They saw lots of noisy rides and lots of people. Grampa got him Buzzy the Bee (yes, yes, it's a Stuffed Animal Moratorium Violation, but we'll make an exception for A Day At The Fair With Grampa...).

Quinn had a great day and was good as gold apparently. I think both he and grampa were pooped by the end of it, but smiles were had all around. I don't think it should be called The Fair - it should be called The Excellent.

What's bigger than big?

Why, Big Big of course. Then comes Big Big Biiiiiiiiig. After that is Huge. Then Enormous. And just tonight, we had EnormousNormousNormous.

Today, with visiting Cousin Caroline, we also had firetrucks rescuing hapless cars from the Pillow Monster's pillow-and-blanket fort. And also apparently one of Quinn's toots flew out the window, down the driveway into a puddle and was chased by some squirrels.

The imagination stage is here in spades.