Lucky for me, the children wanted to end their summer vacation with a bang. Or rather, with the stomach flu. That’s much more fun. The stomach flu is a pain, but what a mother never counts on is contracting it herself. Because Mom NEVER gets sick. Right? Wrong. This Mom spent part of the weekend feeling less than stellar and of course chasing children anyway. Thankfully, all lucky recipients were better by Saturday evening.
We, being as awesome as we are, have never taken our children to the county fair. That doesn’t sound too tragic, does it? No. But the travesty is that the county fair is held every year just. down. the. road. Literally. Every year, we drive past and our children BEG us to take them. And every year, we say maybe next year. Because that’s just how awesome we are.
But this year, I decided we should go and we bought tickets to the demolition derby. If you’ve never gone, you should. It’s a riot! Before it started, they made an announcement that any kids ages 9-11 that wanted to participate in the greasy pig contest, should come sign up. Did my son jump up and declare his desire to participate? Nope. He didn’t want to get dirty. Did my nicely dressed daughter? Yup. She did.
What, pray tell, is the pig unsuspecting of? Why, a multitude of children chasing and attempting to catch him, of course.
We were ridiculously proud of Miss L who was one of three girls willing to participate. She didn’t catch the pig, but it was a riot. (I seem to like that word today.)
And then, the demolition derby. I laughed and hooted an hollered. It was hilarious. I’ve seen them on TV, but you have to go in person to truly appreciate the carnage.
Today marked the first day of school for these people:
I went to the school to meet teachers and as we were standing in Mr. A’s classroom, he looked at me and said, “Hey Mom! I didn’t hurt myself today!” We high-fived.
You see, last year, he got stitches in his pinky before school on the first day and broke a toe on the third to the last day. Good times. Hopefully the lack of injury is evidence of more good things to come.