You want to see a million pictures of my children in bad lighting, right? Well, good. Cause here it comes.
We went to the good ole county fair this week. And I have to say, it wasn’t worth the price. It cost us so much to get in that we didn’t want to spend any money on any of the good stuff once we got it in, like games and funnel cakes and corndogs. *tear*
But, of course, the Wild Things still thought it was the coolest thing ever, and don’t at all mind the dent in our wallet that the loud, bright, smokey trip afforded us. Except for Two Year Old, he stayed home with his great grandma. Because at these prices, and with this many Wild Things, if you’re not old enough to make a memory, yo stayin’ home!
Now, without further ado:
Various levels of jazzed to get in.
Stamped, powdered, and ready to Partay.
Quick detour by some locally caught eats.
Even quicker breeze through the youth and educational building. Where we didn’t smoke.
And didn’t really linger to get educated on important topics like…
Pet Rat Care
And we shot a hello at a farm animal or two.
Before moving on to the real reason we got our hands stamped.
This ride broke before it started and we had to get back off. : / But at least I got a good picture of sweet Six Year Old, first.
Notice Four Year Old in the background who refused to join in his sibling’s tea-cupping fun.
That’s Six Year Old and Husband at the top of that death wheel. Yeah.
The only thing we allowed ourselves to buy, once inside. The biggest bag of cotton candy in all the land.
And last but not least, their favorite ride, two years runnin’.
And before we left, we took a gander at the CSX display. This is a railroad town, after all.
Complete with redneck corner.
Ah, the south.