Today was the annual craft fair at my little home town. Greg had originally planned to come with us, but he ended up having to help his dad harvest beans at the last-minute. The kids and I picked up my sister right after she got off work and we headed “home”.
Items that made the top of our to-do list, were:
1. Get a caramel apple from the apple wagon
2. Get hot apple cider from the apple wagon
3. Ride the horse wagon
4. Eat at the burger shack
5.Ride the horse wagon
6. Eat a slice (or five) of homemade pie
7. Walk off all of the calories in items 1, 2, 4 & 6 by pushing two children in a stroller through un-paved roads
8. Ride the horse wagon
9. Look for cutie-pie handmade crafts without spending a fortune
10. Ride the horse wagon
Can you guess which of those were Brock’s requests?
I will give you a hint: it didn’t have anything to do with food or crafts.
If that kid asked me once, he asked me four hundred times to ride the wagon being pulled by the damn horses.
All of my requests were related to food.
Luckily, I walked my tail off today and I didn’t get to eat any pie which I’m pissed about. But I will be comforted when I step on the scale Thursday morning 😀
Also? I found the cutest little wooden benches for super cheap! Yay! I let Brock pick it out and he told me he chose it because there was a spot for him and a spot for his sister. That is the sort of thing that keeps that kid alive. One minute, I’m ready to choke him if he asks me one.more.time to ride the “horsie wagon” and the next, he is telling me that he wanted a bench big enough for him and his sister.
I paid $10 for that little beauty and, since I was the one that carried it back to the car, I can tell you that it is high quality. The kids spent the better part of the afternoon climbing on that thing and never once did it tip or tilt at all. It is half of a tree trunk with legs attached. It.Is.Awesome.
The vendor also had one pint-sized rocking chair. One! I really wanted it but knew that I would start WWIII if I brought one chair home to two children. My momma didn’t raise no fool.
I’m also still really mad about not getting any slices of pie today. I guess I will have to comfort myself with the last of my failed monster cookies.
All ten of them.