First off, the festival was so crowded I had to take over pushing the stroller from Aaron because steam started coming out of his ears, what with the maneuvering and the steering and the navigating. We sized up the rides and the enormous inflatable slide seemed a bit much for the small one, but we thought the wee train would be just her size. We stared longingly at it for a while, but no one emerged to serve as wee train engineer, so we decided to try out something else and come back later.
I recommend a google image search of the phrase "kiddie ferris wheel" if you want to give your child a taste of incarceration but don't know where to start. I should have sensed that the enthusiasm for this idea was mostly mine, but Dylan did at one (brief) point seem interested. So she was caged in along with TWO other little girls who the guy must have thought were also in our family, because otherwise WHY? and right away the wheel rotated them all to the top so other kids could get on. I ran around to the other side while they were going up so I could take pictures, so Dylan lost track of where I was. By the time I was on the far side (which, you know, is only about ten feet since the whole thing could fit in my living room) she had lost it completely and was clutching the grate and wailing and looking around wildly for me. The other girls who were trapped in there with her began whimpering as well, because who wouldn't?
That's her on the right, before she sank down off the seat for a more effective breakdown. The ride operator brought her down right away and refunded the eye-gougingly expensive ride tickets so we soon could be off in search of MORE RIDES.The big non-inflatable slide was a slight success, in that no one cried. This picture is called "Go Limp And It Might End Soon"
The pony ride we came across next seemed like it really would be just Dylan's speed, but you had to pay for it separately from the precious ride tickets and there was a big line and the theme of today was torturing the child, so we skipped it, but maybe we'll take her tomorrow.
Then we made our way back to the little train, where there was someone operating it, but not right at that moment because there was some kind of racially-tinged heated argument going on about who did or did not get to ride twice in a row, so that didn't end well and we were on our way.
We finally decided that hanging out and listening to the music was the way to go. I can't say the Dinner Dogs would be MY choice, exactly, but Dylan enjoyed them quite a bit from the safety of Aaron's lap.
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