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I'm Sure It Was An All-Beef Hot Dog  Last night my Dad took Emma and Zoe to the DuPage County Fair (He will take Ian separately later this week).He was a little skittish about taking both girls to the fair at the same time. I think he was concerned about his ability to juggle the needs and conflicting interests of a 3-year-old girl and an almost 5-year-old girl in the hectic surroundings of a county fair. I convinced him on the phone that he would do fine, and didn�t even have to use the fact that Heather�s mother and father just finished wrangling 10 kids ranging in age from 4 to 11 for six consecutive days in my argument. When he dropped the girls off at our house late Wednesday night safe and sound not only did he prove that my faith in him well placed, but that his parenting skills were still honed to razor sharpness after all these years. After an evening of consuming cotton candy, ice cream, and other sugary goodness, riding stomach churning carny rides, and watching cows defecate; Emma complained to my father that her stomach hurt. She thought that maybe she needed something healthy to eat. My father�s solution to the problem? He bought Emma a hot dog from a carny operator. Dr. Spock can kiss my Dad�s ass. posted by Brendan | 12:30 PM | permanent link |
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