Greek Festival

Yesterday, Uncle Sergio and I took the girls to the Greek Festival. We had gyros and Greek fries, they were so good! Beatrice got to jump in a bounce house and she got to go on some other bounce house like thing. She didn't care for the gyros but she loved watching the people and kids. She 'got' to use the port-a-pottie (yeah that was an adventure.) She didn't quite understand why it didn't flush. As we were walking out of the festival she announced that she needed to use the potty again. I really didn't want to walk all the way back to the potties and I asked her if she could hold it. I didn't really get an answer but I drove to the next town over, maybe like 20 mins away and we stopped at a Baskin and Robbins where she got to use the facilities and picked out a scoop of strawberry ice cream. It was kind of a surprise to me that she chose that. I'd just never gave her the option before, besides one other time at a yogurt place and she chose vanilla. Of course I had to explain to her that she wasn't getting a bowl of strawberries. She ate all of her ice cream and was somewhat well behaved. But it was an interesting day and I would totally go to the Greek fest again.