At the Fair

A couple of weeks ago, we went to the fair. It was Emmeron's first fair experience ever. (Little did we know that this also was the night before everyone but Emmerson got sick with the dreadful stomach virus. )

We all had a good time and Emmerson even got to ride a few rides. I'm sure she wasn't tall enough for most of them, but they let her on anyway, as long as one of us rode with her. We stuffed our faces with Pronto Pups, corn on the cob, Diet Coke, a bottle of water, and a funnel cake. Steve also had some kind of sandwich, but I forget what it's called. All of that probably added up to $27,362.57. Okay, maybe not quite that much, but you get the point; when you go to the fair, you're GONNA spend some serious dough.

We enjoyed ourselves at the petting zoo. Emmerson? Not so much. I'm surprised that "Fearless" didn't want to be near the goats. That's a first. We rode a few rides with Emmerson and we each had some tickets left over to go on a ride by ourselves. We both realized that riding by yourself at the fair is just not as much fun.

By the time 8:30 rolled around, we knew it was time to scoot ourselves out of there because the little one was getting tired. She laughed and smiled all the way to the exit. I think her first fair experience turned out to be a great one!

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