Fair Fun

Pulling out all the stops on the bribery for good swim lessons...I told Mckenna we could go to the local farm fair if she made it through the second week of swim lessons without any crying, which she did! Her agenda was cotton candy, rides, and to pet animals.

Our plans almost got cancelled due to a late afternoon rain shower, but it ended up being the best thing because it kept everyone else away from the fair for awhile.

I'm not a huge fan of these types of fairs...some strange people (aka pedophiles) and the rides make me nervous since they pack up in a truck and travel. We stick to the small rides and avoid anything like a Ferris wheel. The girls think it's great and I appreciate that they are still at the age to be mutually excited (well, almost) over a little farm fair as they can be at Walt Disneyland.

Brooke loved the petty zoo area. She kept pulling hand fulls of grass out of the ground and throwing them at the animals to feed them. Then she would laugh and clap and dance. She was drawing a crowd almost as much as the animals.
The girls got to pet goats, rabbits, and chicks. One strange man with a huge snake asked them if they wanted to pet his snake with a strange look on his face...we ran the other way.
One cow was pretty loud and seemed irritated. Mckenna said a few times "Look at the mad cow"...I thought that was pretty funny so I egged her on by saying "What is he?" just to get her reply again louder, "he's a MAD COW!"
In two hours we road our rides, ate our cotton candy (and kettle corn), saw some animals, avoided any trips to the porta-johns (aka honeybucket, outhouse, etc), and parked without paying $10...that is a successful trip to the farm fair in my opinion.