Wee Laddie has now added “though” and “I think” to his usual phrases.
And he slept in this morning so we did eat at the mess hall even though they’re on brunch hours. Usually that’s too late for us. Then we came home for nap and Guitarman took his new bike for its inaugural ride.
Went to the Fest on base again and had langos for dinner… a Hungarian pizza thing. Sinful but yummy. They’re very much like Navajo fry bread (though it’s a yeast dough, which I don’t think frybread is). I had mine topped with garlic (garlic butter, actually, because apparently they didn’t feel the fat content was quite high enough), salami, grated cheese and sour cream (which I usually skip but ate in the interest of authenticity). It’s interesting to see what crappy carnival fare is like in other countries.
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