Smalltown Summer: Dairy Day
Last week, our town had a Dairy Day celebration in the town square. Cows and calves were brought in and setup near the stage. Martin wanted the calves to lick his hand and I encouraged it for a bit, then told him we probably shouldn't put our hands so close to such big teeth. He asked me why and I told him that I'm not a farm girl and don't know if a calf would actually bite him. He seemed to think that was a reasonable answer, the people around me just laughed.
Sophie couldn't be bothered with the animals or with eating her lunch. She was too busy looking for and smiling at all of the dairy and town festival princesses that were on hand. Here she is, trying to catch the eye of one passing by.
To further confirm my "non-farm girl" status I took like ten pictures of this cow. Which of course was not even alive, but was on wheels which I found to be terribly funny. Because I'm a non-farm girl.
We didn't stay too long at the event. It was really windy and our lunch kept flying off of our plates. Sophie didn't want to eat her sandwich after it landed on the bench and couldn't eat any of the other stuff because, well, it had dairy. Obviously. Then after a particularly big gust of wind blew wood chips from the cow area onto her plate, she said she wanted to go home. I thought it showed pretty good judgment. Especially for a girl without any farm experience.
Sophie couldn't be bothered with the animals or with eating her lunch. She was too busy looking for and smiling at all of the dairy and town festival princesses that were on hand. Here she is, trying to catch the eye of one passing by.
To further confirm my "non-farm girl" status I took like ten pictures of this cow. Which of course was not even alive, but was on wheels which I found to be terribly funny. Because I'm a non-farm girl.
We didn't stay too long at the event. It was really windy and our lunch kept flying off of our plates. Sophie didn't want to eat her sandwich after it landed on the bench and couldn't eat any of the other stuff because, well, it had dairy. Obviously. Then after a particularly big gust of wind blew wood chips from the cow area onto her plate, she said she wanted to go home. I thought it showed pretty good judgment. Especially for a girl without any farm experience.
I see her more in the future Princess category. I wonder if you must be able to consume dairy to be a dairy princess.
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To answer your question Kathy, the only stipulations to becoming a Dairy Princess are that you either have to live on a dairy farm, work on one, or one of your parents have to work on a dairy farm. Also, you have to be at least a Senior in High School, but under the age of 25 and not engaged!
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Great update Tammy! I don't know if our future pricess would enjoy actually WORKING on the dairy farm but if one of her parents can, I'm sure we can recruit Marty.
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Of Course Sophie couldn't eat, hello! She had to man the mermaid phone! (see picture 2)
Once, when Andra told Kara she wanted to be a princess when she grew up, Kara gave her a long explanation of why she couldn't be a princess since I was not a queen and Phil was not a king. Then Kara asked Andra, so NOW what do you want to be when you grow up?
Of COURSE she answered... a princess.
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Is there a non-dairy festival? Sophie would have to be the Non-Dairy Princess.
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The way your son is eating his sandwich - the way he is holding the roll - I find that interesting.
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