My daughter hung out with a friend instead of us. That’s cool. We didn’t want to be seen with her anyway.
She probably would have been more inclined to hang out with us if I hadn’t given her $20. My husband seemed to think that was a complete Daddy Warbucks move. Inside his head, it’s 1972 and she shouldn’t have been given more than $2. He seemed confused when I pointed out that one carnival ride costs $3.
|The Italian Stallion videotaping his ride with his phone. Just asking for that phone to fly out of his hands, too, I might add.|
|A photo of a pole, my son's hands but no face and some random kid that rode with us. I gave my husband my phone to take a picture. . Guess I should have specified that I'd like to be able to see my face in the photo.|
|As soon as I got my cell phone out to photograph the sugar explosion, my husband had his little minion brush the sugar off his chest while he brushed off his face. Too bad grease doesn't brush off as easily.|
We didn’t really discuss the plan when the strongest bike rider left but I guess I thought him getting reinforcement was going to mean an SUV we could toss the bikes in. He thought it meant our family sedan. My son hopped right in and left me and his sister for dead with two bikes. One of which was his bike I might add. Chivalry is clearly dead. I know because my husband and son drove over it leaving two ladies behind to huff it home.
|Attempting to win a giant stuffed animal. I don't even remember what kind of stuffed animal but I don't have any problem remembering we dropped $5 on the attempt.|
It was free and it never lost its humor when the guy fell in. The line was consistently 10 kids deep. My trainwreck of a 7 year old was on a role repeatedly going 3 for 3 dunking people. He hit a dry spell later and couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn. So naturally, he walked up and just pushed the button. Didn’t even run or try to pretend he wasn’t headed that way. Just sort of strolled up and pushed the button.
That kid’s a crowd pleaser.