If Anyone Asks, We Weren't At The Fair...

Every year we talk about going to the Fair.

We say, "We should take the kids to the Fair this year."

And then the school sends home it's yearly code of conduct that says:

Going to the Fair is not considered an excused absence.

Which they usually follow up with:

And if you try to fake like your kids are sick and go to the Fair instead, we'll know because kids can't keep a secret, and they'll be forced to make up that missed day in June when everyone else is out enjoying summer break, and then your kids will hate you for dragging them to Fair just so that you would not buy them a bubble gun for $27 dollars and make them look at a bunch of cows and stuff.

So, we never go to the Fair.  Challenging authority makes my head swell. 

So do crowds, which is why we never consider going on a weekend instead.

But this year, Grandma was in town and she wanted to go to the Fair.  And the last time I checked, Grandma trumped School Code of Conduct.

So, we went to the Fair.

And my son got on a roller coaster for the first time...in like, ever.  It was a green dragon that never got off the ground more than about six feet, but he was fine because I was able to hold his hand and run along side of it the whole time.

Baby steps.

We ate Krusty Pups without laughing at the name.

Spent more money on scones than it cost us to get in.

Saw a crazy looking animal with a donkey body and zebra legs.  It was called a Ze-Donk.  I guess when the animal cross-breeding people are finished mixing those genes all creativity goes out the window.

And only once did my kids stand in big, long line for a ride, and then decide at the last minute that it was too fast and too scary and they really didn't want to go on it after all.

But we didn't care.  It was the Fair.

And we were happy.