Typically when the idea of Canton comes up, Jeff will come up with any and every excuse not to go. He'll volunteer to grocery shop, or insist that he has to mow the yard, or mow the neighbors yard for that matter.
But for some reason this morning as I was perusing Facebook, noticing all the status updates that mentioned they were 'headed to Canton', he agreed to the spontaneous idea of going.
And, oh how I am glad we did...because we found exactly what we were looking for.
Two wooden snakes, a bottle of pure honey, four metal crosses, and a sign that says "if momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy".
Can you imagine our future life without these things?
But in all honesty, that is what is so great about Canton. Walking away with stuff you didn't know you needed, yet feeling a sense of accomplishment for finally finding it.
And surprisingly, the boys LOVED it. It feels like we have been trapped inside because of the cold weather for so long. They were able to just be boys. Outside boys. Skipping. Kicking sand. Throwing rocks (against our wishes). And petting puppies.
But while I am on the topic of puppies, can I just vent for one second?
Have you noticed the new trend these days?
Breed muts.
Call them a new name.
And attempt to sell them for an exorbitant amount of money.
No lie, we saw corkies, snorkies, morkies, and yorkie poos (cocker-yorkies, schaunzer-yorkies, maltese-yorkies, yorkie-poodles). By the time we finished walking through the dog section, I was convinced that there must be one very, very busy male yorkie enjoying Canton Trade Days more than the average pup.
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