We did not make our annual trip to the Yorktown Grange Fair this weekend. This time the weather wasn’t as nice as in previous years, but we still had so much fun.
I ate half a pound of fried dough, the one thing I look forward to the most when we go to the fair.
Landon was fearless — he went into every kiddie ride by himself, smiling from ear to ear. It’s fun to compare how much more timid he was last year. I was really surprised how self-assured he was — he was bolting toward every ride and did not even think to ask me to come with him.
L was dying to go into the adult rides — and I think he would have had fun in them. I’m afraid of heights and speed, so you can’t even get me into kid rides. Thank goodness for height restrictions.
I about had a heart attack seeing his head hang over the railing of the big Ferris wheel Don took him on. I couldn’t wait for them to be done.
We brought home three new plush animals L isn’t going to care about tomorrow, but I’m glad we went to the fair for the third time and continued the tradition.
After a hot dog, sandwich, ice cream and fried dough, we all needed a nap.