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September 12, 2011

Cotton Candy

The first night of the Sternwheel Festival while walking through all of the various street vendors and the wonderful aroma of hot fried food Frazer made a comment about candy floss.  Often in our conversations Frazer will use a term or phrase I'm not familiar with and vice versa.  So, I was curious and looked at him kind of funny and had to ask him what candy floss is. It's cotton candy in the US, candy floss in the UK.  Oh, okay.  We both struggled to remember the last time either of us had had some so we splurged and bought a bag.  We shared a few pieces and then saved the rest until we got  back to our hotel room for the night.

Once we were back in the room I was taking care of Isaac and getting him ready for bed.  While I was giving him his last bottle for the night I glanced down and saw Frazer sitting on the end of the bed with the cotton candy.  I watched for a few moments and observed a genuine transformation of joy.  With a simple bag of cotton candy he began to pull the fluffy, sugary candy and with each bite the grown up responsible adult went away and the inner child emerged.  It was like a flash back in time and I was now watching a little boy sitting on the end of the bed eating a bag of candy floss with complete contentment and pure bliss.  At that moment, all cares in the world were gone.  It was awesome to witness and so awesome for him to experience.

We all need to feed our inner child.  It's good for the soul.  

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