Conversation during dinner tonight took an interesting turn. My mother-in-law, sister-in-law, her husband and two daughters are coming to visit for the day tomorrow and Frank wondered if there was anything interesting going on around town. I mentioned that the Cheese Festival is in full swing in Arthur (though with temps expected to be in the upper 80's, it might turn out to be a Fondue Festival), but I doubt the fam would want to spend more time in the car (other than the 3 hours it takes to get there from Chicago's northwest suburbs). Then Evan chimed in with, "We could go to Poopville."
"Poopville?" I replied.
"Yeah, Poopville. You know, where we went last year for the sweet corn festival."
"I think you mean Hoopeston."
"No, it was Poopville. It started with a 'p'."
"Is it right next to Peetown?" asked Flynn.
"Um, it's Hoopeston. I doubt there's a town called 'Poopville'. But you're right, the National Sweet Corn Festival is this weekend. But it's kind of a haul to get there. Remember how long it took to get there last year? I don't think Oma would want to drive there."
Me, either.
"Poopville?" I replied.
"Yeah, Poopville. You know, where we went last year for the sweet corn festival."
"I think you mean Hoopeston."
"No, it was Poopville. It started with a 'p'."
"Is it right next to Peetown?" asked Flynn.
"Um, it's Hoopeston. I doubt there's a town called 'Poopville'. But you're right, the National Sweet Corn Festival is this weekend. But it's kind of a haul to get there. Remember how long it took to get there last year? I don't think Oma would want to drive there."
Me, either.
4 comments:
My family used to have a huge reunion every labor day weekend. We would always head over the day before the big gathering and check out the festival. It was one of my favorite things to do as a kid. I can't tell you how many stink bombs were purchased from there--- And how many times my mother threatened to kill us.
Oh, those kids. Too funny!
I love how Flynn asks if it is right next to Peetown. Hil-larry-us
Tell Flynn and Evan that there is a river in South Carolina that is called, I beleive, the Pee-Dee River. We pass it on the way to Myrtle Beach
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