Saturday, August 4, 2012

A Fair

This morning Grandma and Grandpa Ski joined me as we ventured out for Bennett's first trip to the County Fair.  Poor dad was stuck at work on a Saturday.  I made the mistake of telling Bennett about the fair during bedtime on Thursday.  He jumped up from putting on his pajamas and said, "I go fair.  See amamals."  Poor kid was heartbroken to learn that he had to wait two whole days.

 He could hardly contain his excitement when the big day finally arrived.  Yet, it shouldn't come as a surprise that the winning exhibit was the tractor display. 
The fair has changed a lot since I was a kid.  The enterprise is much more sanitary.  There was a children's exhibit where we saw faux chickens, sheared stuffed sheep, collected fake eggs, picked plastic apples and fished for mechanical trout.

Bennett has a lot to learn about planting crops.  

Cheeks full of animal crackers.  The Minnesotans were sad to learn there were no corn dogs, alligator on a stick, cheese curds or Miss Martha's cookies. 

We're still finding kernels in his pockets.

Maybe it is a good thing the fruit and the fish were not real.  When Bennett encountered a live animal, he socked poor Juanita the Llama in the face.  He also really wanted to climb in the pig pen with the baby piglets. I think his squeals might have convinced the other pigs he belonged there.

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