We've been working hard. Like, for a long time.
It was time for some fun.... so we went to the county fair.
We rode the carousel...
...played a few games...
...rode some more rides...
|She scored the #24 car... atta girl!|
|Keeping her eyes on the... road?|
|"Don't text and drive... call when you arrive... don't talk to strangers..." |
|Here we go!|
Then it was time for some fair food...
| She doesn't like corn dogs (my fair food of choice) and wanted to buy her own lunch. |
A pork chop on a stick.
How a child who doesn't like corn dogs could have sprung from my loins, is a mystery to me.
|I'll bet this gentleman's mother raised him right, and that *he* likes corn dogs.|
(I love seeing the seniors at the fair. Especially old farmers in John Deere hats.)
|YUM! Corn dogs!|
(We are having more success indoctrinating this child. Guess practice makes perfect.)
|The prodigal daughter. I love her anyway.|
And she did eat most of my deep fried cheese curds.
There may still be some hope for her.
With full bellies, it was time for more fun...
|Taking a bow!|
|The crowd loved it!|
With the show over, it was time to check out the livestock exhibits...
|Milking a cow!|
They made us sign a liability waiver, and dispensed hand sanitizer afterward.
I told the guy with the hand sanitizer they needed it more over at the carnival rides, than in the cow barn.
|She earned her stripes... er, stickers!|
|The DNR had a baby fawn on display...|
|So precious and beautiful!|
The day was a hot one, and all that fun wears a girl out, so we finally headed for home...
|All that singing and walking and riding and dancing and corn-dog eating just plumb wore her out!|
...and we went back to work...
(Gotta love a man in a tool belt. Be still, my heart.)