Yesterday morning, before my parents had to leave for the airport, we decided to avoid the holiday shopping crowds and go to downtown Benton. Benton is a town just a few miles down I-30 from us. It's a cute town -- very small-town America. People get it confused with Bentonville, where Wal-Mart's corporate headquarters are. Benton does have a Wal-Mart (as does every Arkansas town with two or more goats -- state law), but no corporate office.
Jenna goes to Mothers Day Out in Benton, so I drive down Benton's Market St. every Tuesday and Thursday. I had never stopped to check out the shopping around there, though. Probably because I'm always in a rush to get back home and enjoy the rarity of using the bathroom in a house by myself. So my parents and the girls and I checked out what Benton had to offer.
We had lunch at the Burger Shack, which is or used to be owned by Jerry Van Dyke, or his brother, or something like that. You can't tell from this picture, but Jenna was perfectly AWFUL while we were there. You probably can tell from the picture that I am about to COMPLETELY LOSE MY PATIENCE.
After lunch, we walked down to the Saline County Courthouse, which is all decked out for Christmas.
"Hey! That's my nose! Someone get this vicious two-year-old away from me! Blitzen! Donner! Help me out here!"
Benton is such a cute town that I'm even willing to overlook this.
Then it was time to head to the airport. Bye, Granny and PaPa! See you in a few weeks!