My Fair Ladies

A few photos from the fair:
She DID hold a chick for a minute, but then it wiggled in her hands and she freaked out, and launched the baby chick for his first flight---four or five feet out in front of her. At least he landed on his feet. He'll be ok, right? Another little girl picked him up and put him back in the tire with the others.

Eventually, she came around again.

The girls have a teacher's helper in their class that is....a little odd. Ok. She's REALLY REALLY odd. Nice lady. But weird.

She kept taking Reese and Quincy and wandering off with them at the fair. It was driving me crazy, and freaking me out. Maybe I was overreacting, but who wants to be the Mom who loses a kid at the fair? Not me.

I decided to "create a diversion" and took the girls over to brush a cow when the rest of the class went to a different activity. I was really hoping the teacher's helper would find another child to "help", but instead she came over and got really upset that we were not staying with the group. Yeah. I told her we'd join them later. (we didn't.)

Gotta love the old lady in the denim dress.

They milked a goat. Both Reese and Quin managed to express milk on the first shot. But on MY turn...you'd think it would be a piece of cake for me, considering I have my own pair of lactating "udders"...but no! The dang thing wouldn't give a single drop for me. Maybe she was holding out for the kids. Maybe she felt betrayed by one of her own-with my hands all over her goods. Sorry Goat. I just wanted a chance to see what it's like to be on the other side...and just to warn you...now that 'they' have been milked...they'll never be what they used to be.
I had to ask what animal these were, and gave away that I know nothing about life on a farm. I suppose I could have saved myself the embarrassment and just read the sign above them.
Mmmm....Bacon.

We ended the day with pony rides. I was so proud of my girls for being brave and riding the ponies! They are usually such ninnies when it comes to this sort of thing. I tried to talk them into camel rides...not a chance. Maybe in a few months.

Quincy was pretty mad when the pony ride ended. She was NOT done.
Cotton Candy, Funnel Cake, a lost (then replaced) balloon, a zillion stickers, a walk past the creepy carnies taking their break, and a Disney Princess sing a long later....we were DONE. All of us. Exhausted.

But where are my keys?!
I found them.
In the ignition of my car.
My car was on.
Awesome.