Rural abominations
It's county fair time out here in Western Minnesota, and this afternoon my daughter and I had to make a brief stop at the fairgrounds to drop off a poster she'd made for the humane society. There I saw a sight that chilled me. Something I had not thought possible.
It was in the food court.
Deep-fried twinkies. Onna stick.
The horror. The horror.
And Skatje insists that she's going to try one when we return to the fair on Sunday. Is this a good thing? Am I committing child abuse by omission by allowing her to poison herself this way?


I think you'd be guilty at worst of child neglect, not abuse - unless you're forcing her to eat the twinkie.
Were the twinkies next to the deep-fried Mars bars?