Noah did not let the yellowjackets keep him from his love of cooking, and he asked Uncle Mark to let him help cook breakfast the morning we left Montgomery for St Louis. He came up with a gooey concoction that included honey, mint chocolate, and very little flour. I thought it tasted pretty good, but it was a little challenging to pry out of the muffin tin he chose to bake it in.
We drove on to St Louis that day, where we spent two nights before continuing on to Bentonville, Arkansas, and Tulsa, Oklahoma.
St Louis greeted us with temperatures in the 20s, a real shock after the light-jacket weather we had had in Montgomery. On the other hand, the yellowjackets might have been more dormant if it had been in the 20s...
In Tulsa, we visited my grandparents. They let the boys pick where to eat for lunch, so guess where we ended up. Noah thought Grandad's walker/chair was pretty cool; he was convinced that its sole purpose was to give grandkids rides.