It’s been quite a while since little M and I have the left the house. With the nasty flu, colds, strep, and whatever else has been floating around, and with her in daycare, we always seem to catch a little bit of everything. But finally, with a beautiful day, and wednesdays being my sundays, it seemed like a good opportunity to introduce Marlowe to an extra dose of south florida americana. I can’t say I remember going to the fair, but I’m certain my dad must have taken me at least once before… right dad? Either way, this thing is huge, like massive… not your typical roadside pop up fair. It’s always about doing it bigger and better, right? The kiddie section alone, is the size of every other fair I’ve ever been to. Why have one ferris wheel, when you can have two full size ferris wheels? An agriplex for farming? Sure. (I have a stack of flyers and business cards for rare tropical fruit farms and tree purchases! Yippie fruit trees!) A maternity station for pregnant cows? Yeah, that got that too (we missed the birth of a baby cow by minutes). Want to buy chickens for your farm? Yeah, they sell those there. Donut burger? Sure, let’s all slowly die together. The fair was quite an experience… and not something I thought I would be experiencing anytime soon, or ever, but when someone says “hey I have free tickets to the fair, lets take the kid!” you say “sure, it’s nice out, why not?”
I just wish M could have been two inches taller. There wasn’t even one ride she was big enough to go on, not even in the whole kiddie section. She did play some games, ate some fries, and stared up, endlessly, at the possibility of height. She was awestruck. We called it a pretty fair day once the sun went down.