The best thing about the county fair is the deep fried oreos. They’re so good I’ve been writing poetry about them. The worst thing about the county fair? Deep fried oreos.
oh, be still my beating heart
(probably for real)
The kids were given two days off from school specifically for the fair, so we had to go for that reason. (Not because of the deep fried oreos. That was just…fate.)
This year, we faced a new challenge at the fair. Lucy and Bee were excited to hop on the gentle rides for smaller people and Julia was too big to get on some of them.
Jack couldn’t really get on any of them, but that was okay. He was busy being the cutest boy ever at the fair and also the entire world.
While there were some rides the girls could enjoy together, Julia was really waiting for her chance to get on the ones designed for hardy folks of a taller nature with strong constitutions and stomachs of steel.
One ride was so intense that a woman got off it and puked. Dave had to accompany Julia on that one, per the ride rules, and after that, “no more, blargalfbmmmmguh, rides.”
We spent some time checking out the animals, the highlight of which was meeting and touching a turkey.
We played a few games and Lucy learned that gambling isn’t for her. By then, 40% of us were crying and 100% were sunburned. And so, we bid the fair farewell – after we grabbed some deep fried oreos for the road, of course. (Of course.)