I had mentioned in the previous post about ds being patient in his stroller (at the state fair). Not wanting that to end and knowing we were dangerously close, I took him for a walk to find an appropriate place for a rock/cigarette butt/paper eating toddler to burn some energy. The first place we came upon was the gentleman selling hog panels (I only know what these are from stories Paperman has from his days on the farm), livestock waterers and other farm equipment. The salesman looked friendly enough, the grass was semi green and clean so I let ds out of the stroller. He was so happy to be able to move on his own he plopped right down, took his shoes off, and even laid down in the nice shady spot. Thank you Mr. Hog Panel selling man.