Fair!

It was that time of year again for the county fair, and a certain first grader was wetting her pants to attend. The Dreamer had never been to a fair prior to this year, and when her aunt and uncle, my brother and sister, called her after school last week to extend an invitation, she was over the moon! 

When my brother pulled into our driveway at a quarter past four, he was greeted by an excited 6-yr-old sitting in her booster seat in the front lawn. They put their newest passenger on board and honked away. Fair or bust!  

Upon arrival at their destination--the fair-- they parked in a field and walked to the front gates while a suspicious Dreamer insisted that they must be mistaken because "this is NOT the fair".  Apparently, she felt that she was a component of some elaborate hoax, at least until she spotted the dangling bench seats of a Ferris wheel in the distance.  

The fair, in all of its glory, fulfilled and surpassed all of her expectations. She was able to visit and pet pigs, sheep, chickens, and a dairy cow; eat a corn dog and cotton candy; and ride carnival rides and play carnival games to her heart's content! 

She arrived back home late, filthy, and overflowing with stories of her outing, all the while ignoring a very obvious full bladder preventing her from standing still.  

I coaxed her into the house and into the tub as she spoke nonstop of being inside of a pigpen, riding a roller coaster, and  popping a balloon with a dart.

As I steered her toward her room for bed, she remarked, "The Caveman HAS to go to the fair, he would LOVE it!"