The trip to Chicago is not an easy one, but Joe and I are starting to find good places to stop along the way up through quaint rural towns with names like "Foosland" "Strawn" and "Forrest." 
We happened to stop in a town called Sibley this time. They had a really sweet park with old-school equipment like a see-saw and a merri-go-round. As far as Stephen was concerned, we'd arrived at our destination. He tried the slide, see-saw and swings. We also stopped in Champaign for a yummy dinner at Za's. Stephen ate a bunch of pesto tortellini off my plate and looked fetching in a bright green pesto goatee.
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