I just could not come up with a snappy title for this post.
Let me tell you what it's about, and then maybe you can help me. That's what we do around our office when we need a headline and we're stumped.
This entry is about taking Anna Marie to the fair on Saturday.
I did not want to go. I'll admit it. I was happy that it wasn't over 100 degrees like it was last year, but it was raining. And I was tired. And I had other things to get accomplished on Saturday, and if I wasn't taking pictures for the paper, I probably wouldn't have even gone.
But I did. We did. Anna Marie and I.
(Where was Jason? Snoozing away, of course.)
Admission was only $2 each, and I bought Anna Marie a "fun pass" that entitled her to play on 7 or 8 blow-up thingies (moon bounces, etc.) as much as she wanted for another $3.
So that's what we did. Mom gave her $5 to buy a snack (as a bribe for her to eat breakfast?) but more on that later.
Anna Marie spent most of her time on those inflatable things, which were under one end of the arena where the fair was held, while I took pictures.
(Yes, I left my nearly seven-year-old child alone for a few minutes at a time while I walked around and took pictures. All of the inflatables were in one spot, and she understood she was to go NO WHERE away from those without me. Not even if someone told her they were taking her to me - no one. And to talk to no one that I hadn't OK'd first, be they an adult or a teenager. And, that there were several adults we knew manning those inflatables, and if she needed anything, she was to find one of them and have them call me.)
(Also - I checked back on her every few minutes. And if we had been anywhere else other than here, I wouldn't have ever dared to do it. That's the end of my mommy-justification for the day.)
One of the things she did while I was around - boxed some random kid.
I can hear her now, getting all up in his grill.
Yeah, that's what I thought. Punk.
There was a film crew from Sweden there, doing a documentary about Southern food. I knew they were European because no one down here wears shoes this cool.
And what would a county fair be without livestock? This cow was headed for a milking contest. The poor girls looked like they hadn't been milked in several days.
Ok, so that part about all the inflatables being in one place, inside? Not completely true - there were several waterslides outside, and I promised we could do those last.
Yeah, that water was as nasty as it looks onscreen.
So, about the snack - we settled on some nachos and a shaved ice. Which took up not only the fiver mom gave her, but a dollar of mine as well! But the worst part was that as we were sitting inside the arena, so she could eat on the bleachers, I knocked over the shaved ice! None of it got on her, but she cried real tears about it.
I felt badly, too, because I didn't have enough cash left to get her another.
Luckily, the cow milking contest started, and she was distracted for a while.
Nothing like observing a little hard farm labor to fascinate a little red-haired city girl.