She wanted to ride the mini roller coaster, even when I read her the sign that said I was too tall to go with her and she'd have to ride alone. I lifted her on. The ride attendant buckled her in. It was fine.
Until exactly three seconds after the thing started moving, and then...tragedy! She wailed at me each time the coaster sped by. I tried to call out encouragement over the racket of the wheels and the carnival music, but Little Miss was having none of it.
Thankfully, she was not scarred for life, as, mere moments after hopping off, she made me ride the ferris wheel with her. That might have scarred me for life--she kept wanting to get up on her knees to peek over the top of the car--but my peace of mind is, of course, mostly irrelevant in this context.
Other highlights from our evening at the county fair....
I did not know that bantam ducks existed before tonight! Now that I do, I'm not sure how we'll live without a few.
This is the face of a boy determined to do 4-H next year.
This is a photograph taken by a woman (me) who is now the four-years-running reserve champion. It's really fun--I'm on a streak!--but also a little maddening. What's a girl gotta do to get a damn purple ribbon around here?
The petting zoo and a few more carnival rides. No drama or tears for the Kid; he's old hat at this now.
And the very, very important tradition of taking a picture by the height signs. It's getting ridiculous, as they're both plenty tall enough, but I'm going to continue making them do this until they're thirty.
And then a snow cone on the way out--the Wheel of Flavors chose "ocean breeze".
Another year of delightful fun at the county fair!