This is one bag's worth:

I came home with two bags, and there were tables we skipped.
The baby seemed to be having a great time staring at people, listening to music, getting extra things just for being a baby (possibly the only time I've wished I had one; next year I may borrow someone else's for a couple hours), and meeting mascots:

Eventually he got fussy, though, so we brought him home. That was, of course, after he vomited on Jeannie, reminding me that I don't want one of those after all.
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I used to love the food show when I used to go with my parents. Stuffed bellies and stuffed cupboards.
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