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Poopsie at the Powwow
July 30, 2014 - Karin Elton
I took my 2-year-old granddaughter to the Pipestone Powwow Saturday afternoon. I had taken my kids there about 10 years ago and had a nice time so I decided to go again. I wasn’t sure how taking a 2-year-old by myself would be, but I thought if she got antsy, I could always go home.
I put her in her stroller and we settled under a canopy. She spent the first 20 minutes or so taking it all in. The brightly-clad dancers and the audience was a different visual for her. This Powwow wasn’t as big as the one I had went to 10 years ago — not very many dancers or watchers showed up, but it was OK. The announcer said the next dance was one in which anyone could join (basically a rhythmic walking in a large circle), so I took Poopsie out on the grass. I carried her on my hip and tried a few times to see if she wanted to get down, but she didn’t.
After that we shared an Indian taco (taco ingredients on fry bread) and a drink. Then I followed her to the playground where she played on the equipment that wasn’t too hot from the 80 degree weather. While I was watching Poopsie, a young woman came up to me and said do I want to do the crazy rap? I thought, a rap singer I am not. She handed me a card/coupon which offered a Crazy Wrap for $25. It is a wrap that goes around your middle and “tightens, tone and firms” for “fast and lasting results.” I told her I didn’t need that and then said I was just kidding.
Earlier, we had spied a wagon drawn by two horses (“Horsy,” she had said) and I was keeping my eye out for the next time it stopped to let off passengers and add new ones. It was a free ride by a local guy. I saw the horses and wagon stop so Poopsie and I ran over and waited for people to get off. A mom and several kids got off and some kids stayed and were joined by other kids. The driver obviously was used to horses and kids. He let three little girls sit next to him on the coveted driver’s seat. After a pleasant ride around the neighborhood, the wagon came back to the starting point.
Poopsie and I retrieved her stroller from under a canopy and then strolled back to the car. She didn’t even make it past Fort Pipestone before conking out.
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