I love the Indiana State Fair. LOVE it. In fact, I love it so much that I can’t comprehend how I lived the first 34 years of my existence without it. (“Before you came into my life I missed you so bad.” Oh Carly Rae Jepsen, your words have such truth in them.)
My children were well on their way to becoming State Fair fanatics, following in their mother’s footsteps, until an ill-fated visit to the Midway this year. Four happy, shiny people got on the Crazy Mouse ride while only three happy, shiny people and one traumatized, hysterical mess got off the Crazy Mouse ride.
(One of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn’t belong…)
I snapped this picture minutes after she got off the ride.
Due to the roar of the crowd, I couldn’t hear quite what she was saying, but I imagine it went something like:
“I only ask one thing of you: keep me away from motorized mice! And you can’t even do that simple thing for me.” Or,
“One day, Mother, you’ll get what’s coming to you, I promise you that.” Or,
“The angels above saw how cruelly you’ve abused me here today. I hope you are ashamed of yourself.” Or,
“As heaven as my witness, I will never ride the Crazy Mouse again.”
I knew we needed to do something quickly to prevent the evening from becoming a complete nightmare for our little heroine. So we headed over to the Dairy Bar, where Eden helped herself to a chocolate milkshake and a corndog.
Eden was still a little shaky (and very filthy) after consuming six hundred calories.
So we decided to get a little farm therapy. Because pigs and little pink tractors make everything better.
Finally, as a crowning glory to the evening, we indulged in some snow-cones. Eden decided she wanted an ‘ice’ flavored snow-cone.
Yes, this is my daughter eating a $2 cup of shaved ice.
Yes, she found it delicious and ate the whole thing.
Coming home from the State Fair that evening my older children started talking about the parts they like best. When asked what she thought about the evening, Eden replied thoughtfully, “Well….it wasn’t completely horrible.”
I’m taking that as a sign that she had a good time.