Well Finn, two days at the fair sure does leave you feeling a bit queasy, grimy, and over stimulated; doesn't it? Well, maybe not us...Mom and Dad I mean.
After a day of exhibits and scouting the rides with Mom we took ol' Dad over to show him the goods.
He did fine on the Rock Wall. I expected that of him, but not that he'd beat me to the top.
And then after the obligatory and somewhat nostalgic tour de kiddie cars with neighbors Aidan and Ethan it was onto the slides and the bigger rides.
Finn, you could say, pulled the rug out from under his pre-school buds and followed the rest of us over to rides like the scrambler, the tornado and the tilt a whirl. We don't have pictures. Mom and Dad were apparently too nauseous to photograph the action. Dad says "Now he understands why Grampa Jim never bought himself a pay one price"- whatever that means. At least he didn't puke. I'da been embarrassed with all my friends there to see it.
Later! I got some some more Yo-Yo riding to do, Yo!
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