There are a few things about my husband that make no sense at all. Like for example; he hates onions, tomatoes and green peppers but loves salsa??? I have serious doubts as to whether or not he has even tried any of the three items on their own, but he assures me he hates them. He is also not a big fan of crowds. He enjoys small gatherings and vacationing in the woods but one of his all time favorite days of the year is the state fair. Go figure. It is a total mystery to me, the fair is packed with some of Idaho's finest specimens of people. You can hardly walk around because there are so many people. He loves it though. We haven't missed a year yet. I was hoping this would be the year we could skip out on. With me being large with child and the fact that it was 90 degrees that whole week, I was sure he would take pity on my state and decide not to go. No doing we were goind. We always have fun and the kids love the fact that they get to eat all kinds of junk.
The boys loved milking the fake cow and Cole was in shock when I told him my dad used to have a whole herd of milk cows. He couldn't believe that he would want to sell them. My dad got a good laugh out of Cole thinking that would be the funnest job ever.
Being the kind gracious parents we are we let the kids ride one ride each, and actually softened on our rule and let the big kids ride the carasoul with Hagen after they rode their roller coaster, Aren't we kind?
There wasn't much of a line for the carasoul and so the Carnie let that thing go around a thousand times. I was getting sick just watching and poor Weston was beside himself once they finally let them off.
After stuffing ourselves with all the junk we could handle, we were ready to head out and call it a night. The fair wasn't so bad, maybe even a little funish.
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