Vacation Confession #3

So we'd never been to a Cracker Barrel before. Good food, good service, good prices.

Jack really took a liking to the Fried Okra. He ate a huge amount of it.

Really fast.

After dinner, Kurt bought some black licorice.

And gave some to Jack.

I wanted to browse the shops for a little bit, so Kurt took the kids outside to hang on the porch, rock in the rocking chairs and eat black licorice.

Well.... apparently black licorice and a whole mess of fried okra don't sit well on a 2 year old's stomach (perhaps it was all the rocking in the baby rocking chair).

When I walked out of the restaurant I was greeted by a fresh, hot and steamy puke-pile of what was once fried okra and black licorice (thankfully the porch was cement or else the corrosive acid from the okra and licorice would have burned a hole right through it in about 3 seconds flat).

We didn't have any more wipes (or spare Haz-Mat uniforms)

There was no one else around.

Sigh....

We just left it there, took off and never looked back.

So, if you're ever at the Cracker Barrel in St. George and you see a funky looking blackish-greenish stain by the baby rocking chairs, that's the Goble Family Crest.