Turner's limp did not stop him from hobbling up to the rides at the fair. We were shocked that he got on any of them! He rode the flying dumbos and the trucks many times, the merry go round twice (He liked the bench much better than the moving zebra), and went through the fun house twice. Of course, all of this was with me and addie. The kids had so much fun that they didn't want to leave. I had a blast just watching them have fun. Saturday, Turner got to feed the ducks and go to the park twice. It was a good day for him.
Sunday morning, he woke up to a dead fish. I told him he was sleeping, but he wanted to "feed him fish food to make him feel better." He hasn't asked about him since then, so I can only wonder if he'll accept the story I tell him when he does ask or if he'll be upset that he's not there anymore. Only time will tell.
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