The Fair

A weekend (or two?) ago we took the kids to the fair.  The fair is not someplace I would normally choose to spend the day.  Too many people, which makes all of them annoying.  Overpriced everything.  Long lines.

*but*

Going to the fair with kids is something else entirely.  The look on Roscoe's face when he saw the rides and realized he got to actually ride on them was priceless.  No one seemed bothered by the fact that he stood on his toes when they checked his height...  He couldn't even walk from ride to ride, he had to jog.  Roscoe has this special look when he is happy and excited and soaking something up.  It isn't a full smile.  It is a pursed lip semi-smile and a twinkle in his eye.  Riding his first real "roller coaster" with Daddy was worthy.  

Cows, pigs, turkeys, ponies, grilled cheese, corn-on-the-cob, tickets to carry and hand to the man at the gate, motorcycle rides, train rides, car rides, spinning rides, swinging rides... a day of big memories for a little boy.  

(Little Lu did lots of running around and frustrated pointing as Roscoe had all of the fun.  Your time will come, sweet girl!)