I love local fairs and carnivals, but I hadn’t been to the county fair since I was in high school. To be fair, I hadn’t lived in this county since high school, but since we moved back exactly two years ago today, we still hadn’t gone to the fair. I was determined to change that this year, especially since Annie is now old enough to have fun.
When we arrived at the fair, the first thing we saw were the kiddie rides. Well played, fair. Annie was like, “OMG RIIIIIIIIIDES!” so off we went.
I LOVE rides. Love ’em. Mike doesn’t hate them, but he wouldn’t be sad if he never went on another one again. He had no interest in going on this one:
The swings are one of my favorite rides, so I went on it alone:
It was a lot of fun, and the view of the ocean was amazing (the fair is right next to the beach). Not to be outdone, Annie requested to go on the kiddie version:
She also went back on the bungee trampoline thing she first discovered last year.
She is definitely my daughter.
There were games to play as well. Mike and I usually play a few “against” each other, but Annie is now old enough to get in on the fun:
Mike, Annie, and my mom also tried the fried twinkie and fried oreo, but I passed on that because I’ve done enough vomiting in the last year.
But by FAR the highlight of the day for all of us was when Annie went on the pony ride.
While she waited in line for her turn, she turned to us and said, “That pony is lonely. He needs me.” She spent the majority of the pony ride petting her pony and talking to it.
It’s a good thing we have a tiny, grass-less backyard, because I’m pretty sure Mike would buy her a pony tomorrow.
What about James? James thought the fair was lame.
You’ll love it soon enough, little boy.