Yesterday, after Grampa Jimmy mowed the lawn and Drew took his nap, Gramma Rosie and I decided we were ready for an adventure, so we loaded up Grampa Jimmy and Drew and headed for the festival.   It was educational because Drew and I learned how to milk a cow but Drew kept saying the cow was doing a big poop.  I tried to explain but Gramma Rosie said, "Let's just quit talking about it." The next problem was Grampa Jimmy was appalled at getting hosed for the entry fee and the rides, but Gramma Rosie said Drew and I were worth it and took our picture with $25 in ride coupons.  Of course the picture was taken before Drew threw a fit every time he had to get off of a ride. He said, "I'm not getting off." Then Gramma Rosie dragged him away kicking and screaming, she seemed oblivious to it all as she picked him up and carried him to the next spot. I told her that Mom always gave us choices like "behave or time out" but Gramma Rosie trudged on with a smile on her face and said something about "this wasn't her first rodeo." Drew and I wanted to participate in the midway but Grampa Jimmy said he was maxed out.  I think next time we go to a carnival, we need to make sure we take Uncle Kerry with us.  I'm sure he would have backed us.