We’re lucky enough to live within driving distance of not one but TWO big fairs, so we indulged. This time around, Vincenzo and his friend got the true NW fair experience:
The foot massage. Or is this one called a hand massage? Confusing.
(Seriously, it was weird. The boys walked by this chamois lady and it was like one of those motion-sensor things that you put by your door that starts ribbiting when anyone opens the door. She just started going and we had to listen to the whole spiel and wax her car.)
The moment of Truth.
Here they are stopping to ask for directions. Notice from Vincenzo’s body language that it clearly wasn’t his idea to stop and ask.
Rocco didn’t mind the rain at all. He saw it as an opportunity to show off his argyle Baby Legs.
(Is there any mom out there who can resist buying Baby Legs for her baby boy? And is there any father who doesn’t worry they’re going to make his son gay?) (Not that there’s anything wrong with that…)
Goodbye, sweet fair. ‘Til we meet again.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Azteca or Costco. Choices, choices.