Surprise! It's the fair!

Okay, so I'm obviously not as tuned into community events as I perhaps should be. The monkey and I were driving home from Longs after replenishing our supplies consisting of a new watch, plastic drinking cups, and matching sunglasses when I hear the announcement from the co-pilot seat. "Dada! Dada! Sphide Dada! Sphide! Biiiiig Sphide!"

There, in the community park amongst tents, jumpies, a pewee football game, and food booths is a 20-foot tall inflatable slide. Sweet! It's Saturday, I'm bored with a bored 20 month-old, and the weather is too overcast to take out the boat like I had planned. I'm totally down for some slide action if she is.

Well, we decided not to blow our wad all at once, so we started with the bouncy-house. That went over far better than expected. Lots of jumping, no major falls or collisions, and she loved every second of it.



Next we went on the wannabe teacups. This had me worried. She'd never been on a ride before, and this wasn't some quarter-fed plastic firetruck outside of Wal-Mart. It, too, was met with amazing success. No fear whatsoever. I don't know why I'm surprised. She'll sit in the kitchen and spin until she's too dizzy to stand, and then get up and do it again.



I told you we got matching shades. She insisted on wearing them, too. How I actually got this shot, by myself, on the first try, is among the list of mini-miracles today. My hair.... not so much.

Now, bolstered by the daring and success of our previous adventures, we faced the gigantor-slide, and one of us was too short (Sorry squirt, I'll stand on my toes next time). Bach to round 2 at the bouncy-house!!



Next up was the garden tractor in a train suit. It was satisfactory for her. I probably could have pushed the thing faster (At least, back in my early 20's I might have). My highly calibrated food sensors told me that it was time to find a precessed dead animal to consume, and squirt agreed. To top off the list of mini-miracles, we shared an entire Kalua Pork BBQ sandwich with no napkins, bib, or dropcloths and the shirt came out unscathed (Proof that she only makes messes at home because she enjoys getting cleaned by the dogs).



To top it off, we cruised the vendors. "Fowah dadi, flowah!!" Ahh yes. So, on the way out, she got to choose a flower for hard-working-mommy. Whaddayaknow? Purple!



The very best part was when we got home, I put her into her crib, I climbed into the bed in her room, and we took a 2 hour nap together!!!!!!!!!! Being a dad can be rough sometimes, but days like this make it rock!