We took The Girl to her first carnival today — a small gig that was part of a local festival.
She seemed to enjoy it.
The only problem came when the carnie told us, “Time’s up.” On one occasion we literally had to drag the girl screaming from the attraction.
Still, it was a pleasant day: we did all the carnival-esque things, including sharing ice cream.
After a few rides and some general frolicking on the playground, we went to watch the hot air balloon and the guy-tethered-to-an-enormous-pile-of-helium-balloons take off.
One has to wonder about the wisdom of such flight, but it draws a crowd, and I guess he gets something out of it.
