My daughter came yesterday. She picked up a dresser that I was not using and would definitely not want to move to the new place. In exchange, she left her son for the weekend. He started third grade on August 26 and was already happy for the three-day weekend and a day at the Champlain Valley Fair.
Honestly, I was so dreading this fair day. I didn't know how busy my life was going to be these past couple of weeks and I was kind of sorry I had mentioned it at the last visit. But I had a grand time with my grandson. I will admit it is a great deal easier to have just one child to concentrate on. To me the fair is chaotic and way too loud on the midway (where he likes it the best). We did have several grandma breaks for quiet time, but we also took full advantage of the crazy rides. He is delightful company at this age and I really enjoyed time with him.
Although I don't care for the noise, put me in a tin bucket and mash my body with centrifugal force and I am a giggling kid like you wouldn't believe. What I didn't enjoy was people making it obvious that I am much too old for this kind of activity:
Little kids: You are going on this ride too?
Ride attendant: Are you okay cause this ride is gonna go backwards now.
Random twenty-something guy passing the line: Ma'am (seriously!?) Are you really gonna go on that ride? Squeezes my shoulder, Well, good luck to you.
Ride attendant: Young lady, are you ready for this?
I asked Dane if he thought that last one was telling me I was too old for the ride (Zero Gravity) and Dane said he thought so but the guy didn't know me. See why I love that kid?