The Fair

Okay, for all of you that thought I was crazy for going to the fair you may not understand my draw to it. See, when I was a little girl, my Grandparents showed chickens at various fairs around the state, so I spent a lot of time at the fair and a more time washing chickens. While it wasn't the funnest job around, I like the fair and have very fond memories of my Grandparents there. So, going to the fair is more than corn dogs and rides...it is about fond childhood memories and a salute to my Grandfather. Anyhoo, onto the day! We got there at 10:00am and paid for parking - wow - never did that before! CONVENIENT!!!!! We walked in the Green Gate and Mason was immediately enthralled with the semi that pulls the Budweiser Clydesdales, not the horses. He was curious about the wagon that the horses pull, but not the horses. Let's be clear - if it doesn't a motor, not interesting!!!! Between 10 and 11, we did see animals, but the tractor vendor was way more interesting than the pigs, cows, sheep, goats, rabbits, and petting barn. At 11 the rides opened. We cautiously headed over because last year Mason cried so hard they stopped both of the two rides he tried. Well, this year was VERY different. First, he wanted nothing to do with his parents and the rides. "I do it!", he said over and over again. He did them all my himself expect for the train. I told him he wasn't going by himself on the train and he had to choose one of us to go. Reluctantly, he chose my Dad. He loved the train, the cars rides, the roller coaster, and the helicopter. He wasn't fond of the floating canoe (no motor - too slow) and the space ship was too complicated. The space ship you actually control going up and down yourself. We tried to explain that to Mason but he really didn't get it. The funny part - you should have seen Grant and I trying to get him to do it while he was on the ride. Suddenly, we looked at each other and said, "We are those parents that yell how to do something to their kids constantly!!! CRAP!!!!!" By 1pm, we had eaten our corn dogs, Mason was zoned out he was so over stimulated, and we decided to call it a day. Poor Nolan - he was just carted around, however, he was fashionable. He sported full cowboy gear and cowboy hat. Everyone took a rest at home and when Grant got back from his afternoon meeting at work, Mason said, "Daddy, I had so much fun at the fair. Can we go again?" Grant is considering it but he should know that the statement started as, "I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE FAIR!!! I WANT D'TRAIN AND D'CARS!!!! Yep, a lot of coaching went into the statement and question Daddy got. Don't worry, I am not going - I am done. Once is good for me! Today I am off to preschool orientation for Mason - wow Preschool!!!!! Love, Ang