It was Fair Day for MrsMouthy’s family on Thursday, yay!
I used to look forward to Fair Day more than Christmas, but that was before we had to miss nap time and stay up past bedtime and wait through three different emergency poops that inevitably have to happen during the four hours we are at the fair. That was back when a kid would want a bag of cotton candy so you’d get him one but he could only eat a couple bites before he was too full, no harm done, throw the rest away when he’s not looking. Now that kid eats the entire bag and asks for a bottle of Coke to wash it down. It has been many years since the fair has not ended with one or more parents football-carrying a screaming child to the car and struggling to buckle the screaming football into its car seat.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love the fair. I’d say I look forward to it more than Thanksgiving but not as much as Christmas, so it’s still good!
Anyway, I planned on taking a ton of pictures at the fair but got stopped by this sign on the way in:
I almost turned around and went home right then but I had to go in because that’s where the scones are.
First stop: the chickens.
Hey, pssst, wanna see a rated R chicken?
(See the R rating on the green card there? Ha! What’d you think this was going to be a picture of?!)
The next chicken is a little special, too–the best we can make out is that its name is Buttflame Cora.
We had a special amount of respect for this next chicken once we saw what it got a deduction for.
After the chickens we took the crew over to the bleachers to see the goat show.
I don’t think they really understood how bleachers work.
By then everyone was hungry. It was a happy night, as all of my boys got their favorite foods for dinner. Leo:
(Us: Do you want a hamburger or something to go with your fries? Leo: No. Just fwies.”
And Vincenzo. I forgot to take a picture of his caramel apple before he ate it, but here’s all that was left of it by the time he was done:
After dinner (and the third poop stop), the kids got to go on a few rides. I wasn’t sure if Leo was going to like rides, but…
I wish I had taken more photos, like of Leo shooting a basket and winning his first fair prize, and of the poo hats they were selling, and of the fish that jumped out of the water and covered some serious ground before getting captured. But that’s all I got, probably because I spent most of the time in rapid-fire conversation with my twice-a-year-friend, Angie,* while Kevin tried to find the missing kid. There was always a missing kid.
Truthfully, no one kicked or screamed or cried on the way to the car and one kid even fell asleep on the way home, so the fair is on its way back to replacing Christmas as my favorite day of the year.
Sigh, miss you already, Fair!
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Leftovers from the food truck
*Angie and I have two built-in dates a year: gingerbread houses and the fair, and if we squeeze in more get-togethers through the year we consider the year a huge win. In my perfect world we would be neighbors or conjoined twins or something.