Is that Corbin on a "carnival" ride? Yes! I had a date with my little man Saturday morning to the Spring Fest street fair in downtown Southern Pines. He had a great time, but kept telling me how hot he was. Poor guy is as heat intolerant as his daddy. I, on the other hand, did not mind the weather at all. Bring on the sunshine! We bought some tickets and rode this generic version of the teacup ride. It was literally called something like Bucket of Fun. I'm not joking. Then Corbin went through a fun house for kiddos. The slide at the end was hilariously fast and his facial expression assured me we would not be having the argument about him wanting to do it again but mama not having enough tickets. I immediately flashed back to Aunt Gaycie and Uncle John tricking me into riding the Grizzly at Kings Dominion one summer. "No problem. Just stand in line with us. You don't want to ride, that's fine. We understand you're scared. When we get up to the roller coaster car, just step on through to the other side." Unfortunately when we got up there the ride attendant told me that I had to ride! I'm still not sure if he was joking or if my aunt and uncle put him up to it?? Either way, I cried most of the ride. So pitiful. I was unwilling to admit at the end that it was actually fun. I rode all roller coasters from that day forth. Hopefully Corbin will go through the next fun house we encounter. Next he wanted to get in the bouncy house. Can I just say that these things totally gross me out?! I swallowed the phobia and allowed him to play on one condition: his socks remained on his feet. After witnessing one kid with toenails caked with dirt and another girl's slimy feet being pulled out of her crocs before entering, I just knew I couldn't let him go in sockless. Imagine the fungus! Imagine the crud! Imagine...No. Don't. ANYWAY, we shared an ice cream and a lemonade in front of the dunking booth. Corbin kept saying, "Why is that lady getting dumped into a fish tank?" He is just the best little companion to have around. So much unintentional comedy. I can't possibly keep up with it all on this blog.
The jumpy house reminded me a lot of the book club book we just finished- Water for Elephants. I found myself staring at the carnival workers. I secretly wondered if they had drama behind the scenes in their caravan of trucks and RVs. It's not quite as intriguing without a train.
Can anybody in the blogger.com world tell me how to insert photos midway through a post? I don't want all the photos to be lumped together before the text. I'm too impatient to fish around for the solution. I just want somebody to tell me what to do. How's that for lazy?
Well, friends, it's Sunday night and to borrow one of my moother-in-law's favorite expressions: I'm turning into a pumpkin.