1 Mother 2 Another

Yesterday we took both girls out of school
to hit our state fair – which, call us hicks, but we love.
Our state fair is the coolest one in the country (I say unbiasedly)
and we go every year. Who doesn’t want to see a sculpture
made out of two thousand pounds of butter?


The fair has its down side: everything costs an arm and a leg
(read: four dollars for a small bottle of water) and there’s
nary a vegetable to be found in the entire place. This is, after
all, the place that has deep-fried bubble gum, deep-fried oreos,
deep-fried butter, and even a deep-fried latte. But we spend
selectively and know going in we’re going to have tummy aches
the next day.

We did it all, I tell you. We hit the
petting zoo – where we witnessed newborn goats, llamas,
kangaroos, and zebras happily frolicking with their parents. We
played at the “children on the farm”, where Cora and
Maddie ran wild through the site, gathering corn and sowing seed
and harvesting fruit and driving tractors to feed their animals.
All fake, but still fun and educational. We rode a few rides,
talked to Big Tex, sampled our way through the food pavilion,
admired all the quilts and jars of fruit entered into competitions
this year, watched the Chinese acrobats perform, and of course ate
cotton candy.


The girls were tired and fell into bed, with the grownups not far
behind them. I love me some state fair.