When I was in second grade or so, my school had a fair and I was able to see cotton candy spun. I thought it was SO cool at the time and I’ve wanted to see it again just for fun. The malls here have newer cotton candy machines, where for $2, you can watch the stick drop into a container (Reminds me of a centrifuge. IS it a centrifuge?) where sugar is quickly, well, spun around. Then you can watch the cotton candy just whip up and get all yummy looking on the stick. That is the technical explanation, by the way. ;)
Noah watched the whole time, and he was really excited by the creation of cotton candy. What really blew his mind was that the door opened and he got to eat it! He giggled and said, “I didn’t know it did that!”
It was very fresh tasting, melted in my mouth instantly and made me realize I might have a slight addiction to cotton candy. The three of us shared (Liv can’t have any, of course), and it was a very good amount to split among three people. I can’t imagine giving an entire batch-worth to a kid, though. The thought of it exhausts me.
We did enjoy every bite:
And, because this post is mostly so I can show off my cute kids, have some of Olivia from today. (She “sits” for pictures more; imagine that!) Her onesie is very appropriate:
Her smile in that top middle one gets me every time.



































