On days like these, I pity the lactose intolerant.

So, to display my sympathy, I woke up before 6:00 a.m. to allow myself the indulgence of all things dairy, fresh from the farm, with no wait time and no bloating, cramps, or diarrhea to show for it.

And to demonstrate an attitude of gratitude for a well-organized Dairy Breakfast, I released a balloon into the air, I got a tattoo of a Holstein, I helped Genesee mount every available tractor, I slid down the inflatable slide, and loved on all of the furry friends.

The Dairy Breakfasts of June Dairy Days never disappoint.

We’ll be back next year; Genesee will bring more teeth and I’ll bring a bigger stomach!