I want my $10 back

Saturday we went to a hot air balloon festival at Pellissippi State tech school. It was $10 per car to get in. We missed the morning liftoff because it was at 7:30am but the website said there'd be stuff going on all day like tethered balloon rides and bands and stuff. It sounded like something different to do and I figured that V would be too little to ride the balloons, but she would enjoy looking at them. Well. We were standing in the parking lot and we could see two balloons from there - we could see them deflate, anyway. It took some time to walk over and by the time we got there, they were pretty much down. There was too much wind, they said. Ok fine, but there's still more to do at the festival, right? Sure, if you want to walk through the duck poop at the lake or eat funnel cake topped with Hershey's chocolate syrup. Which we didn't.

So we let V walk around for a while because it would be a Giant Mistake to try to get her back in the car so soon after letting her out and we weren't in the mood for screaming. So after an hour of walking around we went to breakfast, which improved our moods greatly.

Today I did the grocery shopping while R took V to the mall and let her roam around at will. They like to walk around and go into various shops. He says that they went into one women's clothing store and V yelled out, "I love it!" At Spencers, when they were leaving, R told the guy to "have a good one" and V told him the same. She's been saying "have a good one!" all afternoon. She's definitely gotten to the point of saying things because she knows it'll make us laugh even if she's not entirely sure what it means.


Kudzu from the car.


Deflating hot air balloons.


Say buh bye.


That didn't take long.


No soup for you!


Almost that tall, but not quite.


Quack.


The moon was still out.