Today was the start of the 90th annual Whidbey Island Fair, which sounds pretty grand until you mention it to a few islanders and they stare back at you quizzically. Nobody we talked to seemed to have ever heard of the fair, which was a little disconcerting considering we hung around a couple extra days just to take the kids to it.
Well there was nothing to worry about. The Whidbey Island Fair was everything a small fair should be. The day started out with a pie eating contest. My kids didn’t eat quite as enthusiastically as the older boys in attendance, but they devoured their whipped cream pies quick enough to earn themselves a small prize. We zigged and zagged through all of the animal barns, ate hot dogs, popcorn, and ice cream, rode ponies, wandered through barns full of country arts and crafts, and then we hit the rides.
Ouest had never gone on the roller coaster before and was a little nervous while she waited in line. But the second that ride took off a smile came across her face that didn’t leave for ten minutes. Afterwards Lowe wanted in on the action. He was a little short to go on the ride—fortunately carnies are about as strict with rules as Mexican immigration officials. The look on their faces as they zipped around that ride was priceless. It brings a smile to my face hours later just thinking about it.
The fair was a grand success. One of those days as parents that you look back on that night and think, “Wow, that went way better than I expected it to.”
All parents need to learn the hard way that the giant slide is not made for us.
It’s made for them.
Yes, even Molly the Dolly got to ride along.
They had to stop the ride to let this poor kid off. I love the contrast.
I like this picture below because of the way they are both biting their bottom lip. Slightly nervous anticipation, perhaps?