Gypsy Caravan

Every Memorial Day the St. Louis Symphony hosts the Gypsy Caravan. People come from all over to sell everything. I mean everything. One lady was selling socks while another was selling matchbox cars. There were antiques, tools, jewelry, iron art, bird houses, quilts and a whole lot of junk. For those with an empty stomach, there was a lot of food...and of course we had empty stomachs. So we ate chicken kabobs and drank frozen slushies and then my children were sucked in by the heavenly smell that comes from every carnival......funnel cakes.

This was Levi's first taste of a funnel cake and he was hooked. "Tis gooood, mmmmm, gooood, Mama, Mama, Mama goooood."

Having his cap impede his vision did not distract his hand to mouth coordination.

He did begin to weigh the fairness of four children sharing one funnel cake. Is that fair? Clay had to sit and gaze off into the distance to ponder this question.

But, then he realized he had saved lots of powdered sugar on his upper lip and cheeks that he could continue to savor throughout the day.

"Mama, Mama, tis goood, mmmm, good."

There's nothing like a hot, sweaty two year old coated in a sweet, sticky substance. Mmmmm tis gooooood.