We went to the county fair today. Riley went on three rides. Seth went on two. I went on two. Todd went on one. All of us wound up ill from motion sickness. Apparently, we have delicate compositions.
I win loser mother of the year award, for encouraging Seth to get on a ride with his sister. She really wanted to go on it, and they were closing the gate, and I hustled them along, even though he had a tiny bit of hesitation. The ride proceeded to scare the crap out of him. Each time it circled around, I saw his face, utterly terrified. His little body clinging for dear life to the bar snapped shut in front of him. His eyes pleading with me in that two second whoosh each time it came around to PLEASE, please, make it stop. Riley was pretty much oblivious, smile on her face. She didn’t feel ill ’til the next ride. But Seth. My baby. He looked like he was going to puke, pee his pants, and cry all at the same time, and there was nothing I could do.
Will someone please explain how rides are fun?
This is me just seconds before Seth’s nightmare, as he’s being strapped in for the ride. Check me out all lighthearted, you see….it’s funny cause I’m wearing his fedora. Heh-heh.
It was so not funny!
We saw lots of animals at the fair.
Lots of cute little 4H kids with their award winning rabbits and chickens. Bizarro girls in tiaras thinking they were the bees knees for winning Little Miss something or other pageants.
There was also a barn full of award winning collections I could not figure out. Old dishes. Sculptures made of kitty litter bags. A Pez dispenser display. But then we happened upon this collection and it no longer needed to make sense, did it?
‘Cause it was The Fonz.
And not just Fonzie. Laverne & Shirley, Potsy & Richie, Lenny & Squiggy(why?) and Shaun Cassidy. Tell me you aren’t thinking “Da-do-run-run” right now.
Oh…I almost forgot. We also saw the cutest little potato.
On the way home I got pulled over for speeding. I tried to explain to the officer I had a carload of people who were ill from the rides at the fair, at which point Riley leaned forward and said, “I’m fine Mom. I’m feeling okay now.”
Thanks dear-heart. Thanks for that.
Somehow he took pity on me anyway and didn’t give me a ticket. My own green tinge must have been quite impressive.
This little outing was to be our training ground for bigger and better amusement parks. It’s pretty obvious that won’t be happening any time soon.