Someone wasn’t quite big enough to go on all the rides.
Yes, of course the pig’s name was Wilbur.
Fairs, I discovered this weekend, are hot and sticky. They smell like sugar, grease and manure. Fairs can lure all kinds of cash from your wallet. Fairs are loud. Fairs are crowded. Watching your kids have an absolute blast, however, is way awesome. And they did, have an absolute blast that is. My kids loved the rides, the farm animals, the presentations, the treats. Troy and I loved that they loved the county fair – that we didn’t have to travel far to make sweet summer memories.
That being said, I am officially all fair-ed out … until next year.