This weekend my little family and my mama went to the local fall festival. First stop: the cotton candy stand to appease certain little people. Then we walked down hay ridden aisles, looking at pretty handmade trinkets and (ohmygoshcanyoubuythisforme) found a sweet crown and magic wand for a little girl who needed to feel extra princess-y. The weather warmed up and this mama ended up carrying everyone’s extra jackets and looked like a bag lady.
In the middle was a huge stage and all the local dance companies came and gave a showing. What’s weird? Little girls in leotards dancing to sexy songs. Me no likey. The highlight? A little eight year old boy in a pack of girls dancing to all the 80’s hits. That little muchkin could dance better than I ever could and made my four year old kind of swoon and sway her little hips at him. Oh my.
Then after dragging two kids away from the $6 cover charge at the bounce houses (say what?) we found the perfect compromise: corndogs! Sitting on a warm picnic table bum to bum with strangers, we inhaled our treats. Is there anything better than the smell of festival food? I think not.
Oh yes, grandma took the kiddies for the evening! Date night after a fall festival is even better.