The one near us is kind of depressing (sad ponies, anyone?) and really dusty and we can just get pumpkins from our local grocery store. And at $3 PER RIDE for the rides, well...that says it all really.
But somehow we found ourselves there again this year. I don't know how. I guess deep down I love festivities, however pathetic. If someone says "party" or "fair" or "carnival", I find myself inexplicably drawn towards it like a moth to a flame, especially if the words "no entrance fee" follows.
And if you're going to go, you might as well dress up.
And make your kids take a million photos.
Because, heck, they're all dressed up.
And then you go home and look at the photos and think...
|Words can not describe how much I love Noah's pot belly. One day he will be skinny and I will be sad.|
That wasn't too bad...maybe we'll go again next year...
Because I'm also a sucker for pictures of my kids in matching outfits in front of seasonal-themed backgrounds.
That's right. You better believe these pics are going right into my annual Shutterfly photo-calendar for the month of October, 2015.
Yup, totally worth the $9 I spent on lame rides.