Is That Fair?

We're back!!!! From where you ask? Well... Every year we go back to my husband's family farm for a week. We always plan a trip back to our farm in the month of July, so we are there during the time of the Iroquois County Fair.  It gives us a chance to see a lot of people in one place. Plus our little grandsons get a chance to ride some rides and eat a lot of fair food AKA junk.  Little boys go for county fairs in a big way. 

Fair food covers the major food groups, fat, sugar, and salt.

From year to year there isn't much that changes as far as visiting our farm.

Corn still grows

Beans still grow

But this year we did have a few unexpected activities that brings me to quite a different subject than what I initially thought I would be writing about today.


Thought Number One:  Genetics:  Who To Blame for What

What does going to a fair in Illinois have to do with genetics, you ask?  I will get to that in a moment.

First let me introduce our daughter.......Meet Kiddo #1

My cartoon doesn't do her justice. Kiddo #1 is a beauty.

There is a family resemblance, don't you think?

Over the years my husband and I  have played a game called "They got that from your side of the family!" regarding both of our kids. Yes, we have dissected both the physical and the behavioral aspects of both Kiddo #1 and Kiddo # 2 to take credit for or blame the appropriate gene pool.

For example: Both kiddos got their daddy's height.  Both kiddos got my dark hair.  We both take credit for their sense of humors which we credit not to the fact either of us are particularly funny but more to the fact we have provided them with enough chaos and crazy they have had a steady stream of material to laugh at.

BUT WE ARE STUMPED about how Kiddo #1 is so calm when things go wrong.

Thought Number Two:  OOPS Something Went Wrong

As it tuned out...our normal routine of meeting up with relatives,  eating fair food, seeing demolition derbies, seeing lots of livestock...all the things that go with visiting farm country for a week...there was the added component of a call from the hotel desk to Kiddo #1 and her husband.

Desk:  What  kind of car do you drive?

Now you know that is never a good thing when the front desk calls your room and asks what are you driving......AND ...it wasn't in this case either.

AS it happens....a semi truck was parking his rig in the Hilton parking lot.  Parking wasn't the problem really.  It was the LEAVING that got him in trouble.

Coming out to the parking lot...SURPRISE!!!

WHO BROKE MOMMY'S CAR????

Don't you think this would make someone irritable.  Not our daughter.  When hubby and I arrived amid the police taking the report and tracking down the truck driver that had decided to leave, she had made some necessary calls and tracked down a rental car so they could get on with their vacation. All of this was being done with a smile and calm demeanor. 

Daughter tells us that all will all be taken care of.  She has the truck driver's  insurance information and everything is under control.  She is being all rational and level-headed.  There is just no accounting whose gene pool this is from.





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