Day 52

Of course, the evening was spent at the fair.  I made dinner, Pesto Chicken stuffed shells, and put it on the oven while we walked around. 

He wanted to try the big slide

until he got to the top and froze.  She could not pry his hands off the railing.  I had to walk up and get him.  He said it was too big for him.  Maybe next year he will like it.  He may still be in slide shock after the shaving cream incident. 

He really wanted to try Skee ball and luckily Lori had some quarters.  Baylor took a turn throwing the ball and Lori would have a turn when it rolled back.

And of course he rode the horse again.

After the ride, we went home and ate dinner.  Baylor had chicken corn soup leftover from last night.  We were waiting to hear the tractor parade and actually ended up missing it.  We ran over to see them pulling back in to park. 

There is a slight hill and he found it.

 

Then he wanted to take a hay ride because he remembered the hay bale ladder they had last year (to get on the wagon bed you stepped up on a hay bale)  This year we stepped up on the frame of the wagon to get on.  Not as much fun for him but easier for old people like me.

We saw the firetrucks, our house, and the parking grounds on the ride.  It is fun because I get to see in my neighbor's back yards, nosey Nora that's me.  

Then he wanted to ride the Ferris wheel.  The seat was wet but we had a great view. Every time we came around he would say we can see the whole fair.

After the Ferris wheel we headed home but not before touching the water hose from the fire truck. It is there to fill the dunk tank. 

One more night of the fair and by Sunday morning, it will all be gone.  It is funny to see some of the same people running the booths and rides as in years past.  A nomads life suits some people but I am glad them come here to us every year.