Luke has taken to not drinking milk. He had a few sips of his sister's chocolate milk and then decided not to drink regular milk. He then decided that all sippee cups are bad, and so he won't drink it from a sippee cup unless he's really thirsty. But he loves the word “cocoa,” which he learned from “Snowmen at Night” (“sipping cups of ice cold cocoa made by snowman mothers.”). So I pour his cold chocolate milk into a mug with a straw, and he drinks it right up. He doesn't like anything to be warmer than room temperature, so I don't heat it up at all. He says “cocoa” over and over again while drinking his chocolate milk. It's all a matter of presentation.
Yesterday afternoon the whole family went to the NC state fair. We had a good enough time that I think we are going back next year, although perhaps we will leave Luke at home with a sitter. We went right after Eleanor's school. Michael picked up Eleanor, I drove Luke and Amanda. Through an amazing bit of timing, we met in the parking lot and walked to the fair together, about a 10 minute walk (not bad at all, really). I had meant to get to the fair much earlier and see the parts that Eleanor and Michael claimed not to be interested in (the animals and crafts, mostly) but I was running a little late. Our area has been in a serious drought for the past few months, so I am not complaining that it rained (hard) on us as we were getting to the gate. But it does seem a bit hard that we planned to go to the fair on the one day in the past 3 months that we had a rainstorm. Fortunately, the rain was scattered, and the clouds soon moved off to water another area. We took the opportun...
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