The Vegetable

I didn't quite finish the whole "one week in the life of the Chockleys" thing, so I'll do that with this post. Well, the next two posts. (I know you all were waiting on pins and needles...)

Saturday, we hit the Cooper-Young Fest again. The weather was just amazing-- low 70s and clear skies. Connor loved this excursion, and has since talked about it often, referring to it as "the Cooper Young Vegetable" because the word "festival" is a bit hard to say for a 4-year-old, I guess.

We started off at Mothersville, with a visit with ol' broke leg Harlow and new Mothersville proprietress extraordinaire Melissa:





Then, we cruised for awhile with Miss M and the Admiral, admiring all the arts-and-craftsy wares:



To ward off the disaster of Chockleys with low blood sugar, we stepped in Cafe Ole for a nice lunch. We hit the place right before the crowd hit-- when we left there was a line out the door. The margaritas were excellent, causing us to proceed through the rest of the Vegetable at a reduced pace. Well, Steph and me-- the kids just had lemonade.

I'll leave the criticism of the super-lame kid play area at the Vegetable to Stacey-- but yeah, paying too much money so Connor could jump around in a moon bounce thing for a minute and play some half-ass games is just not cool.

We did get to meet up with Connor's BFF Max for some frolicking, hat-making, and basketball. This made the Vegetable all the more legendary in Connor's mind. By the time we left, around 2:00 p.m., the crowd had more than doubled in size, and the gettin' was good.