It's that time of the year again - the time when otherwise unoccupied parking lots and miscellaneous large spaces transform into an explosion of light, sound, pipe organ music and cotton candy. Fair Season.
There was no way to avoid a visit to the fair this year - the ferris wheel could be easily spotted from the turnpike exit. It would spin slowly in the distance in all it's glory, mocking me with it's flashing lights, knowing that it owned my children. It was a force too great for me to escape. Amelle and Avery would go crazy in the backseat as soon as they spotted it "Can we go to the fair!" they'd shout in gleeful anticipation.
I wanted to tell them of the impractical use of money: $25 for a ride all day wrist band that we'd only get an hour out of, $5 cotton candy, $3 water, and the no-win games that we'd be heckled into playing. And then there was the danger: large power lines running all over the place, roller coasters that were built in a day by temp employees, and transient carnival workers.
So on Saturday we headed to the fair. The children had a great time. The below photo illustrates the "fair dance", you know, the dance that is done by children when they are so excited that they have to just move their bodies to release some of the energy (otherwise they'd combust).